Who said a kiosk is nothing more than a kiosk?
Clandestine quiniela, desatanudos, curanderos, candies and cigarettes: in Don Enrique's sanctuary everything happened.
"Today he doesn't trust, tomorrow he does." The sign was located in a small but very active kiosk, located at 3500 Rivadavia Avenue, owned by Don Enrique. It was our reference kiosk, which gave us access to multiple sweets, figurines for the album or small boxes with "lots": a sweet shop accompanied by candy. For adults it was a source of cigarettes and matches, but, above all, talks: prolonged conversations, true confessions of the usual clients with a person who was attending to their business. Whenever we approached, there was someone "consulting" which was the most accredited healer, how much the "consultation" was charged, what results were obtained, etc... Don Enrique also handled clandestine betting, another reason for the constant parade through his sanctuary. On more than one occasion he received the visit of the police, putting a compass of wait in his work. But the search for the best desatanudos or the harmonizer of couples motivated visits of gratitude or comments of frustrations. Don Enrique had limitless patience, listening and nodding with slight head movements during the dialogue in that true confessional.