The 12 is part of the daily routine of a Buenos Aires resident. The line was founded in 1931 by a group of Spanish immigrants who wanted to exploit a new facet of public passenger transport: "the collective." The Plaza Falucho terminal is open and illuminated, whatever the time and waiting there is very safe.
The 12 stop that goes south is 20 meters from my house. It is the 12 that has reached me for years at work and in the forests of Palermo, in the Plaza Houssay area where my doctors attend. And in his seat, I went back and forth with my daughters from kindergarten and primary school. And the green 85, witness of my sleepy mornings in white overalls towards Normal 4 and the trips home with my group, boisterous unpunished teenagers. It's like taking a taxi, I usually tell family and friends when they ask, are you going to take the bus at this time? "It's liketaking a taxi.'