Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro: 25oC, warm, cloudy but slightly sunny.
Now I need to press on with the second site, “Place beads,” and prepare the first posts of “The long gringo.”
The first posts of “The Long Gringo” won’t be a journal post but an introduction to the world. It’s already been prepared; I just need to find some good photos to go with it.
So, everything is on track now; it’s just a question of consistency. It’s like working out—you won’t see the results or expect to receive the results until after some time. If you give up before then, you will never know whatcould have been.
The weather is clearing up after a very rainy weekend. There was heavy rain on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, but each day is a little better. We are used to a bit of rain here. When it rains, it can sometimes rain hard, resulting in heavy showers that cause mass flooding in many parts of the city. However, this doesn’t happen that often, mainly in the summer with tropical storms.
Unfortunately, there is a lot of litter in Rio. Brazilians are not very educated, at least in terms of keeping the streets clean. It is normal to see litter scattered about on the roads all over Rio, more so in the north, which is poorer, but even in the more affluent South zone. Comparing it with England is incomparable.
Fortunately, there are street cleaners from Comlurb, the state company responsible for cleaning the streets and collecting garbage. They wear orange uniforms, which makes them easily identifiable. Without them, Rio would be much dirtier. For me, they are the unsung heroes of Rio de Janeiro.
Regarding this, some individuals scavenge or collect items. I believe “collectors” is a more appropriate term to use. Essentially, these individuals collect all the waste and garbage that is left in the streets by the building porters, usually in the evenings before the garbage collection trucks from Comlurb arrive to pick up the trash from residential buildings and condominiums.
One of the porters’ responsibilities is to place all the garbage in large black plastic bags to be collected. On the day the garbage trucks come, the porters empty the large garbage bins in front of their buildings. The collectors are present beforehand, waiting, and then they open all the black plastic bags of rubbish, looking for recyclable items to sell at recycling stations, usually in the north zone of Rio.
When they tear open the plastic bags on the streets, they don’t clean up the mess after themselves but leave enormous piles of rubbish in the open air, in front of buildings or houses. There is a lot of rubbish on some of the best streets or principal streets in Rio de Janeiro.
When the garbage trucks eventually appear, sometimes they cannot clear up all the mess. As a result, some of the rubbish is left in the street. When there is rain or heavy showers in Rio, this rubbish gets carried to the drains by the weight of the water, blocking them and causing massive floods.
Although this used to be much more common and worse in the past, depending on the intensity of the rain, it still happens today.
When I was married to Cibele, one night, she was stranded in Jardim Botânico, one of the most exclusive neighbourhoods in Rio, due to heavy rain and blocked drainscausing floods. She was trying to come home to Leme, but the main street in Jardim Botânico turned into a river that was more than a meter high. She only managed to get home at 2:00 a.m. after trying to get back since 6:00 p.m. the day before.
When it rains, Sao Paulo is a big problem. The city, a metropolis with more than 13 million people, has areas that have become flooded, causing everything to come to a halt. Traffic, public transportation, and businesses shut down, leaving people stranded or isolated. It’s a chaotic and messy situation.
So, education teaches us that throwing litter in the street is wrong. It’s so obvious, even for a child like Yasmin when she was only four or five years old. I remember once we were walking behind someone who threw a sweet wrapper in front of us, and Yasmin immediately called my attention to it.
If a 5-year-old knows what is right, why can’t adults learn the same? It’s a matter of education. We are nothing to ourselves or others without education, good common sense, and knowledge of what is right and wrong.
Brazil is a land of stark contrasts. It showcases both the best and the worst. It can serve as an example to the world in some aspects, while it is a source of embarrassment and shame in others. It is a melting pot of contrast, a plethora of contradictions. What can we do?
It’s Thursday, so I’m tired. I haven’t done as much as I would have liked on the sites today, but that’s okay.
I’ve done some exercise, had some coffees at the Portuguese bakery, written in my journal, and given classes, so I’m making money. I must be naturally grateful for that. Unfortunately, there’s some stress with Yasmin. She still worries me. I hope she wakes up to reality before it’s too late.
In bed by 9.30 pm.
Thank you.
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Richard
