The details of how we’ve been brought together are a bit muddled; it’s simply been too long. Continue reading
Every time I go back home to Brazil, I’m amazed at how much of my awareness of the city has been erased by a decade of living in little, organised, law-abiding Switzerland.
Take the insane amount of distance between things, for example. Sao Paulo is a massive city! I’m instantly gobsmacked by the amount of time you spend in traffic – and I’m only here on vacation! This was an exchange I had with my mother during my last trip home:
Me: I have an appointment at ten AM in Vila Mariana tomorrow. What time should I get a cab to take me there?
As it turns out, to travel the 11 km from our place to Vila Mariana could take anywhere between 25 minutes and an hour and a half. With a spread like this, no wonder people are so stressed in traffic! I dug deep into my heart to find any vestige of road rage, but it wasn’t there anymore. A little part of what once made me a typical Paulist had become dormant. Continue reading
… the honour of your company is humbly requested…
We’re certainly not all like Ariel. But we all wish to see a dream come true. Continue reading