So things have gotten random just the way they should: my volunteer ship was canceled 10 days before I was supposed to arrive. The organization had to shut down two thirds of their activities due to some new government regulations. I spent around 12 minutes and 8 seconds feeling a little bit of dulled panic before I realized how incredible a gift it is to be in Brazil, with a bit of money to get by another month or so, a love in Burkina, good friends and a head full of fresh ideas.
This morning is me and Eileens last night sleeping together as wife and wife for a while. She is off to a capoeira event and I am going to spend some days in Pernambuco. We have gotten close the way you only do when you travel together, we have shared everything from midnight farts to dreams about the future, sunburns, morning coffees, random philosophical (or not) observations about life in our different places as well as the cruel, cruel anti climax of coming back to the place of the magical intercambio experience.
But behold, magic hasn’t disappeared one bit:
Yesterday I tagged along for capoeira class, and randomly I recognized that the capoeira mestre was a guy whom I owed money, someone cheated for a free percussion lesson five years ago. xD. He looks a bit puzzled at my face when I tell him my name and for a moment I doubt if he recognizes me, but it doesn’t seem like it. He is studying English now. I finish my amazing Doris Lessing book while my friends work up a sweat. By the end of the class I give him the book without further explanations, happy to be able to restore a bit of my karma.
We walk from Forte de Santo Antonio towards Pelô (the old town where now in day the party is at), its raining and we catch a ride with two guys who are trying to pick up girls. The minute we jump out of the car someone calls my name and I see my friend whom I haven’t seen in five years. It is the most amazing randomness. We happily hug each other and catch up on latest events as if we had just met last week
”Oh Mie those eyes, I feel like kissing you!” I hit him with a friendly fist on the chest against his bulletproof vest (he is in the police, working tonight)
”You are a married man, you need to behave yourself!” but he assures me it doesn’t matter.
”I’m married, but I didn’t really marry, Mie, u know”
”But listen, even if u didn’t marry you are married, if you married or not, it doesn’t matter. If you married then you are married, even if you didn’t marry!”
”But you know a Brazilian can’t settle with just one…”
Stereotypes have to grow from something, after all. I don’t take it for anything its not, there is a clear line which is never crossed.
Me and Eileen continue down towards the music but the rain starts again and this time it is wetter than a shower, we seek refuge in a doorway. Another friend texts that she is in the street above. A guy with an umbrella passes by and I call out to him to please transport us up the street, the three of us grab a hold of each other and run up the street getting completely soaked, save our heads, thanks umbrella.
Finally the rain stops, we are soaked, Pelô is exploding with people, music, food, colour, we gulp down some hotdogs and a bolinho de estudante before we head on home… soaked in silly, rainy happiness…