Sunday the 11th of June 2023:“Sunday Barbecue in the Periphery”!!!

Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro: 28^oC, hot and sunny.

OK, it is Sunday, and the flat is full of women. Sunday is usually a sacred day for me, on which I either like to do something for myself or stay quiet.

As the flat is full of people, mainly women, I thought it better to accept a barbecue and birthday invitation from a not-very close friend who lives in the periphery of Rio de Janeiro. I had been invited to this person’s house before and had declined, but now as it is the person’s birthday and I have not gone on other occasions and there are a lot of people in my flat, all talking at the same time, I thought it better to go to the barbecue and see what happens.

First, I got up, and instead of exercising, I decided to walk and walk. I walked from Botafogo to Gloria. Sunday, there is a famous street fair that sells besides the usual fruit and vegetables; it also has stalls that sell clothes, handicrafts, books, etc.

I bought a T-shirt for Rogerio, the person doing the barbecue, and two books for me, one particularly interesting about Kaballah. I have always thought it an interesting subject and religion.

I arrived home at about 11 a.m., took a quick shower, put on a pair of jeans, white flip-flops, and a long-sleeved  UV black shirt, and packed a change of clothes in my rucksack, just in case. Then, I was off.

Rogerio lives in the periphery of Sao Joao de Meriti, which is considered one of the most dangerous places in Rio de Janeiro. My idea is to take line two of the Metro to the last station, Pavuna, and then take a regular or motorbike taxi to where he lives.

So, no problem until Pavuna; I left the Metro station and went down to the main street, where there were a plethora of stalls and stands selling everything from beer and snacks to large handmade knives. I found a motor-taxi point and asked about a ride.

Initially, they did not seem very interested in helping until I threatened to go somewhere else for a ride, and then they suddenly jumped into action. After some haggling, we agreed on the price, which I thought was still a little pricey, but what the hell? It was more of a question of getting to the barbecue and resolving the problem than money, and it was a Sunday.

I got on the motorbike, and we left; the rider did not offer me a helmet, and when I asked him, he told me that it was unnecessary. It took us about fifteen minutes to arrive at the other side of Sao Joao de Meriti, swerving through the traffic at a good speed which in itself is an event; if we had crashed or fallen off, we would have been very severely fucked up.

It is funny to think that I am riding a motor taxi in one of the most dangerous places in Brazil and the world at a frenetic pace, and the sun is shining, my adrenalin is pumping, and if I survive the day, life is very good!

I arrived at Rogerio’s barbecue, but nothing had been set up yet. He was pleased to see me and that I had gone; he introduced me to his wife and friends, and everything was good. It was already 1 pm, and it was to light up the barbecue; there was another person there who volunteered to take care of cooking the meat, so I, in turn, volunteered to cut and serve the meat, which is my speciality at barbecues.

I am exceptionally good at cutting and serving meat at barbecues, and over the years, I have done it with pleasure at many different events. More people began to arrive, and Rogerio started to arrange tables and chairs outside in front of the house on the street. The meat was starting to be ready, and I began to cut and serve barbecue to the guests.

The afternoon flew by quickly between drinking beer and cutting and serving meat. I always joke that when I go to these poor, out-of-the-way places in the suburbs and peripheries of Brazil’s large cities, I am literally an alien, completely different from these people.

I do not doubt that they see me as someone completely different from them, like an alien, but the fact is that I am always very well-received with kindness and hospitality.

During my couple of hours at Rogerio’s barbecue, I observed their way of life, which differed from mine in the south zone of Rio. This could be seen in some ways as criticism, snobbery, or even a mild form of elitism, but it is not. I want to consider them more as observations, with some as precise representations of what Brazil has become today.

So, During my couple of hours at Rogerio’s barbecue, I observed their way of life, which differed from mine in the south zone of Rio. This could be seen in some ways as criticism, snobbery, or even a mild form of elitism, but it is not. I want to consider them more as observations, with some as precise representations of what Brazil has become today.

Let’s go:

1. Rogerio’s house is built on a plot of land shared with other family members, who also have their own individual houses or homes. This is very common in the peripheries of large Brazilian cities. One plot of land has three houses built on it, and the owners are directly or indirectly part of the same family. Rogerio’s house was structurally very well built, but everything inside the home is more or less of low quality; the finishing, the furnishings, etc., are of low quality, and nothing matches well and is of good quality. In Brazil, if it is big or superlative, it is good, no matter what; if it is small, it is bad. People have not yet learnt that comfort comes from quality and not quality or size and that with quality, things work well, are more reliable, do not give more problems, and match to provide conformity inside the house. I felt nothing matched; everything was from different manufacturers, styles, qualities, colours, etc.

• As I have mentioned recently before, even though being a gringo and, in some ways, an alien in terms of coming from a different culture etc, everybody treated me exceptionally well and was very kind.

• The men, especially the young men, know only how to talk about local football and the rivalry between the local clubs. If I did not know how to talk about football, I would be lost, and there would be nothing to discuss.

• The girls, teenagers, and young women between sixteen and thirty have beautiful faces but are all overweight. Young, beautiful girls with beautiful faces of eighteen, twenty, twenty-five, etc., are all fat; there was not one slim girl at the barbecue.

• During a conversation with one of the guests at the barbecue, I learned that the internet service in the region is currently very poor. Previously, one of the major telecommunication companies had been providing fast and reliable internet, but organised crime took over the area. As a result, a slower and less reliable internet service was installed, and the residents are now obligated to use and pay for this poor, unreliable service provided by the local organised crime group. It is a classic example of how crime is a cancer in Brazil and how Brazil sabotages itself. How can a country prosper and go ahead in such a situation?

• While serving the guests, a large Volkswagen car pulled up in front of the house. Rogerio went and talked to the occupants who stayed in the car: four men, two in the front and back. All the men were holding automatic rifles, with the nozzles sticking up in the air out of the car’s door windows. It was obvious that the criminals were doing a routine patrol of their area for anything out of the ordinary. That day, I saw no police or police cars in the street; it was only organised crime.

• Lastly, I mentioned food and drink in a previous blog post. When poor people have an event, they cook an excessive amount of food to accommodate their guests. Besides the barbecue meat, there was an enormous table with a spread of food enough to feed the number of people who went to the barbecue.

It would take me about an hour and a half to get back to Botafogo, so at 5 p.m., I said my farewells to everybody at the barbecue.

Again, everybody was incredibly kind. I took a moto-taxi to Pavuna Metro station. Taking a moto-taxi in Rio de Janeiro is surreal, and I got to do it twice in one day and lived to tell the tale. Sublime!!! The metro ride back was quiet and uneventful, and at 7 pm, I was back home.

In bed by 10 pm.

Thank you very much.

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Richard

Photos by Richard George Photography