domingo, 29 de maio de 2016

60 facts about Brazil

I live in Berlin. People often ask me if I think of going back to Brazil, to live there. I generally reply by giving them one or two strong reasons why I'm not considering it for the time being but up until now I hadn’t completely realized how many things in the Brazilian culture bother me. I started noticing this not long ago, after I went to Brazil for a little while to take care of some personal issues. I decided then to make a list of 50 60 things that annoy me when I'm there.

Since most people would try to rebut my points by saying “But Brazil is so beautiful and the weather is so great”, I’ll start with that:

Nature

1. Brazil is beautiful indeed, we have beaches, lakes, rivers, mountains, waterfalls, such a diversity of plant species and fauna but we’re also among the biggest polluters and champions of illegal logging and deforestation;
2. It is sunny in many regions of Brazil but it’s also very humid throughout the year what makes temperatures as nice as 35°C feel as dreadful as 45°C in less humid places.

People & behavior


3. "Friendship" is built easily but also forgotten in the blink of an eye;
4. Brazilians dress up too much and worry a lot about how they look and what people are gonna think of them. Looking clean is also very important.
5. They tend to repeat themselves a lot;
6. They talk to you inadvertently about things you don't want to know nor asked for (without ever seeing you before);
7. Brazilians are loud when they talk, they lose only to Americans in that aspect;
8. Brazilians are compulsive liars. They cannot handle the truth well or be straight forward, they tell little lies all the time and get offended easily if you’re honest with them;
9. There is a deep fear ingrained in society that either discourages changes of social rules/behaviors or makes people believe they're not possible;
10. Brazilians are patriotic and cannot bear criticism on national matters;
11. Brazilians are lazy or let's just say "take the easiest path to almost reaching a goal";
12. Brazilians don't take responsibility for their mistakes. It's easier to blame it on someone else;
13. Rich people treat poor people like they were "equals". A sort of tyrannical camaraderie; 

Personal safety

14. In São Paulo, Rio and a few other cities, there is a realistic chance that you'll get killed by a bullet;
15. There is a significant chance that that bullet will be fired by that same police whose duty is to protect you;
16. If you're a woman, chances are you're gonna be harassed in some level if not raped;
17. If you're poor and black, chances are you'll be mistaken for a criminal;
18. Brazilians drive like they're racing the Formula 1;

Politics & legislation

19. High-degree corruption as seen in the Petrobras scandal and the presidential coup;
20. Low-degree corruption a.k.a bribery;
21. Disguised corruption a.k.a “jeitinho brasileiro”;
22. Politicians don’t know how to separate State and religion affairs;
23. Politicians often use their parliamentary immunity to undermine democratic principles;
24. Given you have enough wealth, you can virtually ignore the existence of laws a.k.a buying a judge off;
25. The senate and the lower house are dominated by conservatives;
26. There is no legislation addressing the problem of illicit drugs except for putting everyone behind bars, including users since the law doesn’t specify objectively how to differentiate drug dealers from drug consumers;
27. Abortion is illegal (can only be authorized by a judge on a case-by-case basis);
28. Churches are tax-exempt;
29. Mass media outlets are largely controlled by right-wing wealthy ruling class;

Economy

30. Income inequality. The highest-paid workers earn on average 100 times more than the average low-income worker;
31. 21% of the population is below the poverty line, 5% even below the extreme poverty line;
32. Minimum wage is US$ 200, as of today;
33. Tons of jobs are created or maintained solely to address the growing unemployment rate. A lot of jobs are totally meaningless, like lift operator, car guard, doorman, bus cashier when there's a card-reader and a turnstile in every bus, etc. People are not encouraged to get better education or learn something new;
34. In many offices, you'll see people struggling with a lot of work and people not doing anything. Also 40h/week is a joke, not even accounting for all the facebook browsing and whatsapping. Inefficiency at its maximum, specially in the public sector;

Education

35. Brazilians don’t speak another language. Living in Europe, I feel retarded because I cannot communicate in 5 different languages;
36. Public schools are a disaster, there aren’t enough seats for all the students,  kids enter schools with guns and bombs threatening the safety of other kids and teachers and more recently it was unveiled that public money meant to buy meals for the students was being diverted by politicians in São Paulo;
37. Private education is unattainable to the poor;
38. Only 1 in 4 Brazilians is considered to be integrally literate, that means only 25% of the population can read, write and correctly interpret texts in Portuguese.  The functional illiteracy index reaches 38% even amongst people with a bachelor's degree;
39. Brazilians watch on average 4,5h of TV every day. 79% use TV as their main information source;

Food & Drinks

40. Sugar is added to everything, even naturally sweet foods like fruits or naturally dry drinks like wine;
41. Vegetarianism and veganism is frowned upon unless it’s linked to a physical condition;
42. The biggest-selling Brazilian beer brands use up to 45% of corn in their recipes and they taste nothing like beer;
43. The best-quality coffee beans produced in Brazil are exported which leaves us with no hope of getting good coffee at the local market;
44. Brazil is the world's largest consumer of agricultural pesticides;

Transportation

45. Trains are not used for long-distance travels inside the country. It takes 5 days non-stop to go from north to south by bus;
46. There are no timetables for public metropolitan transportation lines;
47. It’s normal/average to commute for 2,5h a day in big cities;
48. People aim at buying their own cars to drop out of the public transportation system and not the other way around;
49. Car owners see bikes as causes of traffic retention;
50. Sharing lanes with cars couldn’t be more dangerous to cyclists;
51. People don’t see biking as a mean of transport but as a leisure activity;

Services

52. Tips (10% by law) are always included in your bill at bars and restaurants no matter how the service was;
53. Manual laborers have close to no formal education including no training in the field of work, which means they’re often not prepared to execute a task without supervision;
54. Hired professionals will likely consider their jobs done when the client is 80% satisfied (many won't even show up anymore if they already got part of the payment);
55. In most places where they provide public service you’re supposed to wait in line for hours with no option to make appointments;
56. When you go to the doctor, even if you have an appointment and are on time they still call you in on a first-in-first-out basis;
57. Services like cellphone communication, Internet access and banking are among the worst rated by consumers;

Manufactured Goods

58. The overall quality of products is very low compared to European standards. It’s not uncommon to have them replaced in the first week of use because of malfunction. If you don’t do it within a week of purchasing, you can’t get a replacement at the store where you bought it, you have to send the product to the manufacturer and they have a 30-day term to present you a solution, which they’ll use up until the end;
59. Plastic bags everywhere. If you buy the newspaper they’ll put it inside a bag for you;
60. You often have to go to different stores to buy simple items that have the same application.

And I’m not even gonna start talking about soccer fanaticism, okay?

I should now mention that I have no intention whatsoever to explain the matters here described nor am I proposing any solutions. I’m not saying those problems are exclusivity of Brazil either and it’s very likely that most of them only have some significance in big cities. This is meant to be a depiction of observed facts from my sole perspective. The overall relevance given to each of those topics will vary from person to person, naturally.

To those who consider this an attack on the Brazilian image, a defamation of their sacred culture, my response will be, please read it again.

To those who think I’m an escapist, as you might have grasped from my text, I don’t feel invited to propose changes and honestly I don’t think a lot of people are bothered by many of the things I described here so, as my grandma used to say: “Os incomodados que se retirem.” (Like it or lump it).

terça-feira, 30 de dezembro de 2014

partida

A aurora anunciava um lindo dia por vir e a esguia lua minguante brilhava majestosa no quadrante leste à iminência de um encontro inusitado; dois seres celestes que há milênios correm um atrás do outro mas que raramente são vistos juntos.

O frio daquela manhã de outono era a metáfora perfeita do vazio que no meu coração se instalou quando você partiu. meu hálito, que ainda continha o seu, congelou numa nuvem densa quando eu suspirei...ahhhhh.

amor perfeito

não importa o que dizem os poetas
amor perfeito é amor não consumado
mas a gente que nasceu de ventre torto
não gosta de nada que é direito
vai lá, trepa, goza, mente e se estapeia
e faz o amor voltar à sua imperfeição

surface

think of all the people you see on a daily basis
how much of them do you actually see?
do you really look into their eyes
or just see what's on the surface of their bodies?

do you value every and each moment you spend with them
or are they only a place where you dump your frustrations?
how much are you thinking about them
when you ask them "what's up?"
do you show any real concern about their problems
or all you wanna talk about is your problems?
don't lie to yourself

it's ok to be selfish
just show them some respect
be there for them
when you choose to be there
or when they need you to be there
don't take their time for granted
their time is as scarce and precious as yours
on this perishable planet.

sexta-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2013

Connection

She is lying in bed, the bed sheet wrapped on just one leg. The rest her body is naked. She lies peacefully looking at me and smiling. Have I ever had a vision of such beauty? I don't think so. My whole body reacts to the simple sound of her breath. Her skin is white, not like snow, more like sunbeams piercing through yellowish autumn leaves. She bites her luscious lips as an invitation for me to join her in bed but I stand still. Somehow I just can't move. Her gaze devours my soul and I am totally at her mercy now. She asks "What's going on?", "I don't know, I can't see clearly, maybe this is the end". "Do you love me?", she asks with a stunned expression on her face. I almost can't see her anymore but I reply "I do. I do." That's the last thing I'm able to say before the screen turns black. Bad internet connection.

quinta-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2013

obsessions

i know you're over me.
i know you had your closure.
i'm fine with that.
well, actually, i'm not.
when i think about us, it's just pain that i feel.
pain because i left you and you said it was fine.
pain because i can't handle that you're over me.
how do you dare be over me?
now, that you're over me i feel that i need you more than ever.
isn't it ironic?
you loved me all the time until i told you to go away and now that you're fine without me, i want you back.
yes, i'm like that, i'm selfish, i don't think about your happiness, about your well-being, i just want you to want me now.
i know it's not gonna happen but still i can't take you out of my mind.
i'm gonna kill myself if you tell me that you're never gonna be mine again and i'm not ashamed of emotionally blackmailing you because i love you but i love myself even more.
is that love?
some people would say yes, i'm pretty sure it's not.
this is a disease.
yes, i'm sick, and i know that i shouldn't tell you that because you're gonna be all worried, ask me "is there anything i can do for you?".
yes, there is.
come back.
no, don't come back, i can't stand the idea of being the weak one.
why do you have to be so strong?
couldn't you beg for my love again, i would feel so much better, so more powerful.
now, i'm an insect, you could just crush me and all this would be gone.
come on, end me.
but do it the way you've always done, with love.

segunda-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2013

Agora é a vez dela

Débora tem 34 anos, é casada com Marcelo há 11 mas mantém uma relação casual com Pedro há um ano e meio. No início, com Pedro, era só sexo mas a coisa foi se tornando mais intensa e ela acredita estar apaixonada.

Ela conheceu Pedro na fila do supermercado. Ele aguardava atendimento na sua frente com dois carrinhos cheios de compras e ela segurava uma garrafa de vinho tinto chileno, um pedaço de queijo provolone e um saco de Doritos. Eram quase 7 da noite e o supermercado estava lotado. A fila do caixa rápido tinha mais de 15 pessoas. Sabe-se lá por que razão, ela escolheu a fila de Pedro. O que ela não esperava é que ele fosse oferecê-la seu lugar na fila. Ela ficou muito agradecida e Pedro sentiu-se à vontade pra perguntar "Queijos & vinhos?". Ela respondeu "É. Compra do mês?" Ele, "É". Sorriram um para o outro.

Eu poderia agora simplesmente dizer que depois disso o destino se encarregou de uni-los outra vez mas vou sanar a dúvida do leitor curioso e contar como se deu o segundo encontro.  Acredite ou não, Pedro trabalha no mesmo edifício que Débora, Av. República do Chile, nº 100, ele no 13º andar, ela no 21º. Ele é corretor de seguros, ela servidora pública. Numa dessas coincidências incríveis, se encontraram no elevador do prédio, 6 dias depois do primeiro encontro. Era fim do expediente, ela estava descendo para ir embora, o elevador parou no 13º, Pedro entrou, olhou-a surpreso por um instante e soltou "Queijos & vinhos?" Ela, "É. Compra do mês?" Ele, "É." Nesse dia, Pedro deu uma carona para Débora porque seu carro novo estava na revisão. Trocaram telefones porque nunca se sabe, uma carona pode ser útil.

Pedro tinha na época 28 anos mas aparentava ser mais velho por causa da barba hirsuta que ele propositadamente mantinha irregular, "dá um ar mais descontraído" disse a Débora um dia, deitado ao seu lado numa cama de motel. Tinha altura mediana, nem gordo, nem magro mas o verdadeiro charme dele era o sorriso fácil e o ar de galanteador. Débora, que há muito não ouvia um elogio dentro de casa, decepcionada com as tentativas frustradas de chegar ao orgasmo com o marido, viu em Pedro potencial. Nem preciso dizer que o telefone de Pedro tocava por razões outras que não a carona.

Os encontros casuais, sempre muito discretos, ocorriam em motéis perto do trabalho, especialmente em um na Rua da Glória. Ela ligava pro marido, dizia que não poderia pegá-lo na saída do trabalho porque tinha muito serviço, final de mês, fechamento das contas... Marcelo parecia acreditar mesmo tendo consciência de que ela trabalhava no serviço público.

Tudo correu muito bem até o dia em que ela descobriu que Pedro também era casado, muito bem casado por sinal, amava sua esposa e tinha uma filha de 3 anos, Maria Clara. Pedro não entendia porque isso era um problema pra ela já que ela estava na mesma situação. Débora tentou explicar que era diferente porque seu casamento já estava falido, ela vinha pensando em divorciar-se há tempos mas foi empurrando com a barriga por causa dos compromissos, da burocracia, advogados, etc.

Débora decidiu, então, que tinham que parar de se encontrar. Ela não queria ser responsável por destruir um casamento que ia bem. Pedro dizia que não havia a menor possibilidade disso acontecer, o que a deixava ainda mais furiosa. Para ele, Débora era a pimenta do seu casamento. Ele chegava em casa com ainda mais tesão; mas isso ele não disse pra ela.

Pararam de se ver por 3 meses. Débora achou que poderia esquecê-lo facilmente e voltar à sua vida miserável de casada. Ia duas vezes por semana à aula de Ioga, fazia massagem relaxante e corria no Aterro do Flamengo nos finais de semana. Encontrava suas amigas de vez em quando, saiam pra beber e entre um copo e outro de cerveja, flertava com carinhas interessantes que paravam perto da mesa onde estavam sentadas. Mas nada a fazia esquecer Pedro de forma que um dia, desesperada, ligou pra ele "12:30h, naquele da Rua da Glória." Nesse dia ela teve a certeza de que não podia mais continuar casada com Marcelo.

Continuaram se encontrando esporadicamente por mais 6 meses e nada de ela pedir o divórcio. A coisa toda culminou quando Pedro teve que viajar a negócios para a Bahia e ficou 1 mês fora. Cada dia que passava sem Pedro, Débora morria um pouco. Cada vez que encontrava Marcelo, odiava a si mesma mais e mais.

Essa manhã Débora está furiosa porque Marcelo ficou sentado à mesa do café da manhã fazendo cara de peixe morto sabendo que a cada minuto que se atrasam para sair de casa, perdem 5 minutos a mais no trajeto para o trabalho. Está resolvida a falar com ele. Sentada ao volante, planeja como vai dizer a Marcelo que quer se separar. Seu pensamento foge rapidamente para uma praia da Bahia, onde se imagina rolando nua na areia com Pedro.

Débora ainda não sabe que Pedro conheceu Laura nessa viagem.