are now spent almost 3 days of arrival in Brazil, and it is worth putting on the blog, which is also a bit of a travel blog, some sensation, impression on this great country.
The first thing I would say is that it's hot here now. But honestly it is not really say something special, considering that summer is full. What seems surprising and a little more unusual, and humidity. Just to stand still, just off the airplane, and seems to have worn a suit of wet wool. With life in Switzerland, it is an abnormal sensation and a little disturbing ... But near the ocean, the breeze blows everything and everything impetuously buys a less physical consistency.
I've been to Salvador de Bahia. It is a city of 3 million inhabitants, but at first did not appear. Of course, going to the center, chaos can show his face. The first impression was of the city behind. Growing, for charity, but cities like 70 years. The contrast characteristic that leads to cross a street to move from a neighborhood rich / wealthy, a notorious Favela. The latter, as the best built illegal buildings in Naples, in a series of long nights, shows a pockmarked face and insane. The fact that poverty is a home should not even be explained. The population density appear to leave no room to even breath. And people already seem resigned to their journey through the purgatory of waiting for heavenly hell that will be reflected in the carnival. Class this country Brazil, where disparities between rich and poor are seen now and then, too, because the mass of those who are worse off, despite a growing number of what they're doing pretty well, and ; predominant. In
huge distances, there is a sense of desolate, yet fascinating separation. Blacks, whites and mulattoes living: I is not easy to see how well and how badly ...
But the road there is also the beauty of nature that says even his own, though subjected to increasingly violent assault of a man interested in making life better at least in the short term. It is as if the colonial mentality of doing everything a booty of conquest, has survived in unexpected ways in the minds even of those who have suffered all this while taking part. In fact those same ethnic mix in possession of the territory to make destructive Favelas, and also to affect the same every where nature leaves exhausted and consumed in its attempt to resist.
ones I like and from which I learn, are simple. Smiling waiters, quelliche give you a necklace. And they do it with fresh eyes and the edge a little naive. It is painful to see that all lies the heavy veil of the globalization of interest where you have to drop qualms, questions, cheerful insouciance, the conquest of wealth that is not always bliss ... In this, we, I, as Western settlers continue to rise up as carriers of the customs and culture of a verb very questionable and certainly disrespectful. If you know is good to compare, I wonder how many times are we willing to learn or simply accept the differences. Too much attention to us and deceived to be a beacon, with our light sometimes ill, even those who do not radiate asked ...
From my flight to Rio de Janeiro, look at the long distances. Certainly it is a metaphor of where Brazil is going, in a mad rush towards that world of 2014 where people are expected to showcase an image strong and successful. It's one of those projects behind which the nation takes on a uniform. The challenge, however, is likely to be too large a pot can be lost. The steady growth produces wealth, but to change history and values. Change life in a word. And although this process can not be stopped, it is also irreversible in its production of general effects dangerously beyond recognition after a while, and potentially a source of news is not always positive ...
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