1st Anniversary:- alastairsbrazilianblog

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If you wonder what has motivated me to write this piece, or indeed to blog at all, it is because of you. It is all your fault.

Fault, because there is something inherently wrong about writing down one’s own thoughts. It is a form of self gratification, and maybe even narcissistic.

Your fault, because I see myself through you, my readers.
You act as a mirror. You reflect my thoughts by reading them, or by ignoring them.

Sometimes you comment on what I have written or photographed. Occasionally you do not like what you see, but most of you are encouraging and some of you are plainly delightful.

So it is because of you that I blog, or should I say, continue to blog.

On 29th July 2013 I decided to publicise what life here in the Jureia was like, in an attempt to initiate more interest in the area.

A year later my posts have been visited around 5000 times by people from a multitude of countries around the world.

Most of my stuff is about places that I have photographed, or that I have written about, or about people that live here.

I write short essays about our lifestyles, which are also published in the Gringoes website newsletter, and I also post them in Facebook groups that I participate in.

I have attempted to write some short tourist guides for those of you who may wish to visit this beautiful part of Brazil, and I intend to expand on this as time and resources allow.

When the subject or the occasion is too complicated, or too personal for ordinary prose, I turn to poetry in an attempt to describe my subjects.

Initially I included posts copied from the web that I thought were relevant.
On reflection, I decided to desist from this practice, since I became aware that it was my more personal posts that attracted interest from you.

Some of my posts have been “tried out” on Facebook first, and I spend a great deal of time using social media in order to harvest new ideas, opinions and feed-back, in order to improve the quality of my blogging.

For those of you who have commented or “liked” my posts, goes a special thank you, but to all of you who have visited my blog, I would like to extend my thanks and appreciation.

If alastairsbrazilianblog is still here this time next year, it will be down to you.
If not……que sera sera!

© 2014 Alastair Kinghorn

Copo Das Vagabundas

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Long before it started proper, it added to our perception of a country in crisis.

First there were the riots in Sao Paulo about hikes in bus fares way above the inflation rate but then this mushroomed into protests about a much greater malaise in Brazil; the disease of corruption mingled with that of federal and estadual ineptness, the waste of government money on prestige projects like the FiFa Fest 2014, instead of the much needed improvements to virtually every sector of the state funded public sector. Highlighted were hospitals and schools, but they were just the front runners in a long list of infrastructure that serves the majority of the population in an extremely ad hoc way, where winners and losers compete for an already insufficient government pot, and that is before it has been robbed by just about everyone on the way to delivery.

No wonder then that many projects like the High speed train from Rio to Sao Paulo and Campinas, or the new metros in Sao Paulo and Manaus are still-born.

No wonder that many millions are disaffected by this callous disregard for social and fiscal propriety.

Then amidst all of this and feverish concerns from FiFa and foreign press about incomplete facilities, the football began and the land fell under a spell woven by almost 24 hour coverage from all major television channels with nether a mention of anything but Brazilian Joy!

Despite cat calls and unmitigated abuse thrown at Dilma during the inaugural game, the PR fanfare only played a victory tune.

How can such blatant public manipulation go on unnoticed among a country of more than 200 million people?

  • First round to Brazil against Croatia.
  • Second round draw but won on points against Mexico.
  • Third round victory against Cameroon.
  • Then Brazil almost met it’s match against Chile, but won , albeit on penalties!
  • Quarter final victory against Colombia!

 

Then the costs began to tell…. Neymar stretchered off with what was later diagnosed as a fractured spine. Team captain suspended due to foul play. Germany loomed onto the horizon.

The party began to take on a different note. Maybe it was not all good news after all?

The political imperatives are clear; Dilma needs a victory to secure her popularity for re-election in just three months time.

Her opposition would love to see her suffer a public relations disaster.

The bookies had her and Brazil at odds to win.

Neymar is in hospital.

What miracle of benign intervention could save us from ignominy? Or could a disaster on the pitch save us from another term of weak government?

Brazilians put up with a great deal and always come out smiling, but if there is one thing that is detested here, it is bad news.

Tuesday night revealed a much deeper degree of bad news than even the most cynical could have predicted.

In what could only have been a premonition of what was in store, I watched it unfold in an almost deserted bar. I had been there only days ago for the Colombia match, when it had been throbbing with activity, filled with a cheering crowd and awash with beer.

But on this night it was me, the owner, and one on-looker, who was not even drinking.

We watched in amazement, disbelief and growing discomfort as embarrassment turned into a sorrowful pain. Ball after ball hit the back of the Brazilian net until we began to lose count and all sense of entertainment.

A few other men arrived, driven from their home TV sets by the agony of it, downed a few beers and fled into the night, unable to take in more.

I stayed to the bitter end. It was raining lightly, darkness had fallen and even the owner had gone, leaving only his wife and infant son on guard.

The Brazilian team are all millionaires, she said. They play for European clubs.

They can go there now and forget this night, but we must stay and live with the shame of it.

The poignancy of the scene, matched the social reality perfectly.

Again and again I am reminded of the awesome gap between the haves and have nots in this beautiful country

We Gringos are often criticised by our Brazilian hosts, for being critical of their country.

Earlier in the day a friend of mine had commented via the internet that she had visited Blumenau recently, “where everything worked!” , and that if this was an example of how the Germans could succeed, even in Brazil, she was going to be cheering for them later that night, even if she is a Brit! I remarked that she is always controversial!

Little was I to know, how controversial that was to become.

Is there really no other way for Brazil to find the destiny that it deserves, other than through social conflict?

Can there not be a middle path? Is there no ‘jeito’?

Must we always be on the attack against unassailable odds, only to be beaten back, again and again?

Can we only quench our grief in beer until the jokes restore our humour and alcohol allows us to forget….until the next time?

Or is it only a game?

 

 

Alastair Kinghorn Copyright 2014

Neblina nas montanhas da Juréia

A soft silent blanket evolves from the night
Milky white filligre drapes ghostly trees

Cold droplets shroud each glistening twig
Grey tendrils swirl among black branches

Golden rays slowly bring warmth and colour
Waking grilos strike up a rhythmic chorus

Jureia peaks regain their pride of place
Birds proclaim their welcome to the sun

Leaves return to green
Sky turns blue

Neblina

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