Viagens e reflexões 2


Buenos Aires really is a beautiful city. Even now, with all economic problems and so on, the city, or even better, the sky of Buenos Aires is amazingly gorgeous. Despite the smell from the combination of 40° C of the summer, the vacation of three days from the garbage men and the awful mayor’s idea of creating gigantic trash containers here and there all over the city. The system just overflow too fast, stealing from this capital its wonderful smell from coffee and “media lunas”… Talking about the heat of Buenos Aires’s summer, the husband of sister in law (my brother in in law?) use a very cleaver system to cool of his backyard, he use not a green hoof, but a hoot made of green, grapes plants, to be more precise. Buenos Aires, lair of great minds and remarkable writers, also save some surprises, like the dog who is clearly trying to learn how to drive. Such an amazing city, and people, and dogs…

I was raised as protestant, but the biggest lesson from my religion education was to respect the others’s believes as they were mines. And love them. I loved the opportunity to step on Jerusalem, to see, face to face, the very place were Jesus had His last supper, but I loved even more, to see the respect from my Jewish guide, talking about my believes as they were from his on. The respect and care when talking about my believes were the very foundation of the church, any church, in the world. If only we could finally see how religion doesn’t need to be a wall, but a bridge, uniting people. Jerusalem itself is this lesson apply to its edges, a city divided by four religions, catholic orthodoxies, Arabs, persians, musulmán and Jewish people sharing the same soil, the same walls, was also wonderful to see.

In São Roque, Brasil, we can find a taste of old days, laying aside of computers at the restaurants, one mini museum shows for the kids what was a type writer, old vinil disk and its player and some old radios, from a time anyone would believe those things will fit in our hands, all of them at the same device. Seeing those pices from the past makes us wondering if things really got better, or just smallers. There are a few that can denied the pleasure ftom the sound of an needle scratching the surface of the vinil along the music…

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