Go from street block

by Ana Miriam De Souza batista (Brazil)

I didn't expect to find Brazil

That was on a Saturday in São Paulo. It was our first trip away from home.My brother and i were coming to stady in São Paulo. Nothing das so easy. But we were together. Everything was and at the same time scary. Because we didn't know what we were going to find. It was a leap in the dark, a choice that has changed a lot our lives. After long weeks of stady, february announced that Carnaval was coming, on TV everything seemed overkill, the number of people who participated was the most absurt for us. Once we saw that over a million and a half people had appeared on the streests. Unbelievable. Moven by curiosity and the excuses of being in the city, we took the test of such a chowd. Were. We left without fancy clothes. The only thing we knew was that Carnaval needs to go in costume. But even so we went. We took a taxi from a middle aged man, with the curved back that turned the body along with the curves that made, guaranteed to be knowledgeable about football politics and rules and made it very clear to us that his team did not lose that morning by choosing the squad, "it was the fault of the agency", he shouted, pointing with his finger at the roof of the car and his spine was so strong that he seemed to see the referee sintting in the back seat of his sudden attack of enlightenment he told us that a chowd was on the streets because it was Carnaval and made us a Thousand and one recommendations. It was difficult to find a plance that didn't have so many people, it was a sea of people, dessed in costumes, of culture, of colors, it was the feelig of being in another country.That's because my brother and i were coming from the coutryside and taking our inexperience this is very inacredible. On one side the kitten-eard dance on the other the pirate with several surfers, the hero holding with the villain was mixing and in the distance in the chowd a mother who carried her son close to the body protection from so many people had wrapped him up in a colorful cloth that wrapped the little one like a small quilt. It didn't make the sun i wanted. Quite the contrary: the clouds shatted the sky in a coming and going leaving the morning with an apparent dusk. "Watch your cell phone", shouted a woman across the street in a fairy costume, covered in glitter. Smiling constantly, dancing from side to side pointing at cell phone in his hand. And disppeared in the crowd. They spoke several languages: English, Portuguesa, Spanish, Japonesa that mixed with the euphoric screams of chilfren, adults and the lyrics of songs that played intermittently following an electric trio that guided all those people in the distance. More in the middle of so many people the boy who was holding a small porque around his neck begging to help with some good if i got lost in middle of everyone, the man who came with a bag collecting cans that have already been thrown on the floor, squeezes himself out of so many people to boy who played flirting for the girls in an attempl to sell more bear that was most often time was dangerous, but did of marabbalism with a bicycle drawing the attencion of some, while everything happened as a well-rehearsed symphony to the sound of random beats that matched very well. I remember the vibrant face of curiosities suprised.From all eyes turned to a show they did themselves. There was no famous singer. Or an attraction.They were the show. I remember that at the sound the crowd howled, screamed, snarled and their faces the bright sweat came down in a clear display of effort. Men and woman wearing small costumes with their bodies still throbbing and listening to start a chorus.Enough time for the intern to salve the problem and the music to follow the chorus of voice that now vibrated. The agility of the girl who made pasteis.With dia mession of funishing as quickly as possible for the line to walk .All that joy was different. The faces os the people were very striking.It wasn't the glitter of the contagioso energy. Smile.