About the hutong and the favela

Hi all!

This week I read an interesting article on the Dutch One World website about the traditional Chinese courtyards and (narrow) streets in Beijing called hutong, built between and around the siheyuan communities. As China is becoming a world and economic superpower, many of these hutong have begun dissappearing, taking with them a part of traditional Chinese culture. Now I'm really interested in seeing all this. I saw both modern and traditional aspects of China when I was in Shanghai, but Beijing is of course even more loaded with Chinese culture and history. According to this article by Hans Wetzels, about 60 years ago, Beijing still counted about 1300 hutong, but there are only a few of them left now. Modernization comes with a high price of course...

What's really interesting, it seems the interest of foreign tourists may be what might help these remaining hutong to still be kept in life, at least for the time being. As a visitor to Beijing, you can come along on the tour to see these communities, riding a rented bike through the streets and alleyways. According to the report and the man who took action to try and rescue the remaining traditional hutong, it has been a struggle to start this initiative off, but it seems to have taken flight now. While I was reading the article, I had to think of the Brazilian favelas, because of the many challenges they also face as communities and the similar idea of their recently rising popularity with foreign tourists.

If you pick up a travel book about Brazil nowadays, it will likely have a section on the favelas in Rio, their social significance and advice on how to choose and join a (good) favela tour. Some popular guides already place the favela tour high on the list of the main highlights in Brazil, in between, say, visiting the Christ the Redeemer and celebrating the Carnaval. Some years ago, this probably would still have been fairly rare, but now the exception has become the rule. Or something along those lines! ;)

A couple of years ago, I was on such a favela tour, and I have written about it before, so I won't go into detail here, but it's certainly worth the effort! (And the money, for the price is surprisingly steep, like the hills on which the favelas are typically built... attempt at ironic humour here! Nah, just kidding - it's very affordable so not to worry, and part of the money is often intended for community development). Being in the favela and seeing the contrast between the houses built along the hills down below and above and the beautiful sea and modern tall houses in the distance is quite impressive indeed.

The Chinese hutong and the Brazilian favelas, built largely out of what I'd think was sheer necessity for a place to live, have in the past and still face difficult dilemmas and challenges, and it is very interesting to draw some comparisons between them in this context, at least for someone who has spent sometime getting to know each of the cultures ;) And it is interesting how so many people are now becoming interested in learning more about life in these communities. Admittedly, I have much to learn about the hutong (and now I definitely gotta go back to China sometime ey), but I have been interested in the favelas for a while now, and I really wonder about the deeper influences and impact that this rising international interest is having for both, and will have in the future.

Soon we might have a guidebook on Brazil that features a favela community on the front cover instead of one of the country's numerous beaches - I'll just have to get that one, won't I?

Thanks for reading!

Ode to the Brigadeiro... and Magali

Oi gente,

Ok so it's Carnaval. There's an annual huge glitter samba parade in the Sambadromo in Rio de Janeiro (the entrance or exit to which is shaped like a woman's butt I believe... how Brazilian! just kidding!), parties on every street corner, and so many beers and caipirinhas flowing you couldn't count the liters consumed during this week. But oh well, I'm not there - not that I have ever been to Carnaval, I believe the closest I came to something like it in Brazil were the parties after the World Cup games in 2010. But... I guess I still might swing by sometime ey ;)
 

Well, Carnaval is the time of a bit of excess.. I guess. Actually, what I came to talk about here was driven by some nostalgia and I never really said much about my final couple of weeks in Brazil, well, Juiz de Fora, in particular. But I will keep it short this time... (I'll try), and I also wanted to say a few words about the lovely food consumed in that time... also a bit in the Carnaval theme, don't you think?

Hmm-mmm. You see all that food? I honestly cannot remember the name of that restaurant anymore, but it was near the Mariano Procopio park in Juiz de Fora, that I do know (if that helps anyone).

But yes, we have actually been to this place a couple of times in the final weeks I have spent in Brazil, and their food is totally overwhelming, what with the delicately prepared meat, and little round delicious potatoes the colour of sunflowers, and perfectly sliced tomatoes. Mmm. And of course, to top it all off, after the lunch (yep, that was lunch) our friend Carmen also took us by her place to feed us intricately prepared chocolate truffles. Seriously.

And after all that food, we gringas still managed to swing by a family party that evening (and you know, you get fed quite a bit at Brazilian family parties...), and to get to a club as well, the very cool Cultural, located who knows how far out of town. And jump to rock music and make fun of guys who wouldn't leave some of us alone ;)

Anyhow, soon after this I was facing my last week in Juiz de Fora. Honestly, it seems like such a while ago now, and yet not really, and I still remember everything so well. Going back to Saci, the school where I worked, a couple of times and saying goodbye to everyone, going by my first host family and saying goodbye, watching a random movie at the cinema with Tammy (and the lady at the ticket kassa thought I was American because of my student card.. *khem it was already expired*), picking up my id-card from the local police (yep, it was finally ready, and I remember the policemen were encouraging me to come back to Brazil and Juiz de Fora again in the future, how cute), a family birthday party with my current host family at the time, going shopping for havaianas, taking photos of the city and Mari's apartment that has been my home for 3 months, having lunch with Vico's family and going to the media-access-only premiere of the new play Cibele, Vico's sister, played in, and having lunch with my host family before leaving to the Juiz de Fora bus station on my last day in Brazil, and of course... my despedida!!

My goodbye party, a couple of days before I left, where several people held lovely speeches about me, tear tear. I was also then encouraged (no choice?) to speak... hmm (did I swear in Portuguese..? uhm... oh boy), but I did so all in Portuguese, very proud. And there were banners for me, too, and my host sisters Mari and Cacau brought along a little green notebook in which everyone wrote their message... I re-read them a few months back, and they made me want to cry..! Oh, and of course there was pizza (yum) and... brigadeiros!! A gift from my host family for the party (in addition to everything else!) - a full plate of these delicious chocolate marvels.

Actually, brigadeiro was one of the first Brazilian foods I have tried, back on my very first day in Brazil. It's yummy like you wouldn't know, but man that is some heavy chocolate! Here's some cheers to the brigadeiro.

Oh yeah, something that's not about food - yeah, towards the end of my stay in Brazil, and especially the last 1.5 weeks after returning from Bahia, I did start to resemble a hippy a little. I got a Brazilian tereré done in Salvador (a multi-coloured bead in my hair, actually green-white-blue-yellow on my request... can you guess what those colours stand for?), and I wore all these colourful random earrings, like a long feather one, and I had bought a long dress in Rio, and multi-coloured acai beads from this Chilean market seller in Salvador... actually, when I boarded the bus in Juiz de Fora and arrived in Amsterdam some 20 hours later or something, I did look very... flower power? Brazilian flower power? Hmm maybe I should re-do that look here again sometime :)

Oh, and after some great fun with my good friends in the party area of our building, some of us still managed to get our butts out to samba, even after all the brigadeiro. At the local Muzik of course, samba every Wednesday, with the lovely singer Sandra Portenhos (oh god do I have her name right?). And I even got a picture together with her after the show, I was quite a fan during my stay in JF. I think I tried to explain that I was a gringa and I was leaving Brazil, not sure if she could hear or understand me, she just smiled and posed with me for the photo. :)

And you might wonder, who is this Magali, and why is there an ode to her, too? Brigadeiro, that's understandble, it's chocolate, and I'm a girl. (Well, I could talk about food in Brazil more but I might get hungry unnecessarily. I think you get the point anyway.) Magali is one of the protagonists of the Brazilian comic books for kids that I have talked about before, she's the sweet little one who's always eating or thinking about food, and an important character in my life since I started reading the comics... I think that explains it, don't you?

PS Ok, so everyone in Brazil is dancing to samba and axé now, and you name it what else. (And I'm in the Netherlands being nostalgic and writing). I just wanted to point out another little bit of nostalgia.. last week my friends from university and I went back to our campus for an alumni event, some of us nearly welling up after all this time. Later, at a friend's house who happens to be half-Brazilian, I remembered a few things from both our university time and Brazil that I forgot... dancing with her on the university stage to the axé-samba routine of the popular band E o tchan - and now I finally remembered the routine! And some time later in my life, I recalled trying to do the moves in Brazil to the then omnipresent Rebolation... bom-bom-bom! (That refers to the hips movement, I think). Well, what can I say... I think many of you might know this one by now, whether you've ever been to Brazil or not: 'Nooossa..!'

What won't cinema do for you?

Hello my readers,

Back in the 1990's, when I was growing up in Russia, we thought that Brazilian life was like a... telenovela. A soap opera - passionate, dramatic, people cheating left and right.. haha, just kidding. But the telenovelas, from both Brazil and Argentina, were hugely popular then in Russia and did establish a certain idea we had of these countries. Just like watching American cinema quickly became a normal part of life of a Russian child like me, as if it was always like that (which it wasn't for many years in Russia - I don't believe a history lesson is needed here).

We know now, fortunately, that it's not all like in a telenovela. Soap operas do stay immensely popular in Brazil though, and it's a daily routine for many to watch one after another in the evenings. Polished as they may be, to some extent they still reflect the culture after all, just as music and cinema do and have done for many decades also, and will continue to do as their makers reinvent and keep challenging themselves. And music, dance and cinema are huge presences in Brazil.

This past week - and may I say in response to my own previous blog post that now winter has actually finally arrived in the Netherlands, with snow (which crunches under my feet quite nicely but makes them sooo cold) and chaos on the roads and everything - Rotterdam was the proud host again of the annual International Film Festival Rotterdam (IFFR). The IFFR is a huge deal, there are hundreds of movies shown from all over the world and people from everywhere come to watch the films, their directors included. I actually wish it was there for longer than ten days, so I could manage to go more than once... but still, for the third time in my life, I've caught a film at the film festival in Rotterdam this week. There were a great many Brazilian movies showing this year, though might I say some of them quite explicit ;) As I scrolled down the South American list, I came across what turned out to be a really nice film (and not explicit, hahaha) called Rania. The film is about a 16-year-old girl - Rania - from the favelas of Fortaleza (a city on the seaside in the far, far Northeast of Brazil), who dreams of being a dancer but struggles against various obstacles, many as a result of her socio-economic situation.

What's interesting about this film, it was directed by a woman and you can see that in the softer, feminine perspective throughout, such as in the characters' portrayals, scenes based on daily life, softer contours and colours... or perhaps it was my perspective on it ;) What's great is that the director was also present at the showing and after the film, she was able to tell us a bit more about it, which was good to complete the understanding of how this film, for instance, reflects some issues in Brazilian society nowadays. One such example would be the relative difficulty of access to art education by the lower classes in Brazil which the director pointed out, and which features widely in the film.

It also caught my eye that the sea and the beach really do play a big role in the lives of people living along the coast in Brazil, as they were also featured prominently in the movie. In Rio, for example, the beach plays an important part of life and it is a place where everyone comes to, no matter whether they live in the fancy houses with security systems in Ipanema or the favelas in the hills around. In Fortaleza, too, the sea seems to play an important part in life, and banal as it may seem, Brazilian life along the coasts must generally also depend much on its proximity to the water, it is not for nothing that they call the country a 'crab civilization'.

As I already admitted, for a long time my main impression of Brazil was based on the telenovelas I used to watch as a young girl (I wasn't the only one back in the day though!), which was years later expanded by studying a bit about Brazil in anthropology classes at university. This included watching Brazilian movies - such as the famous City of God (Cidade de Deus) and Bus 174, both realistic and harsh portrayals of life for those from poorer backgrounds in Brazil. Where Rania stimulates one to reflect on continuing inequality in Brazil in terms of dance and cultural education and opportunities (or lack thereof) for the youth, films such as City of God are almost like a fist in the face; and at the same time still show the vulnerable side of that aspect of Brazilian society.

Some time ago now, a week after coming back from Brazil actually, I also caught a Brazilian film called O Pai O at the open air film festival in Amsterdam. O Pai O is set in Salvador, the capital of Bahia in the Northeast, and doesn't hide the ups and downs of Brazilian life, either, but does so with significant Carnaval flair and happy-go-lucky music. The film takes place during the final days of Carnaval in Salvador and evolves around several characters, and it's colourful, bright, euphoric, sad, and of course full of music, all at the same time. They say that Salvador might now be overtaking Rio with its street parties at Carnaval, so this is a great movie to see for those who want to catch a glimpse.

There is also a great Brazilian comedy (with an inevitable sequel, which is less good, but still amusing) called Se eu fosse voce (If I were you). It's actually not so much about social criticism, and funnily enough it's even made quite in the style of telenovelas, so you can draw a breath - I won't go into Brazil's socio-economic challenges anymore for now. What's funny about it, the film actually stars an actress I remember back from watching the soap operas in the 90's - in fact, both principal actors are famous from telenovelas. I won't go into the plot though as I don't want to spoil it for anyone who might potentially want to see it! But in any case, though just slightly superficial, it's a great breath of fresh air (waved down from the beaches in Copacabana, as it takes place in Rio).

Hmm actually I've come to the end of my first hand knowledge of Brazilian cinema as these are the films I have seen (plus Rio, which, ok, is from the US, but the director is Brazilian so technically there is something rather Brazilian about it, like the music), so I'm now going to round up this post. (The history of Brazilian cinema is pretty interesting, too, but that you can google ;)) There are more Brazilian movies I'd want to see, too: Estacao Central, Tropa de Elite, and such... and I must admit, I sometimes miss watching the telenovelas, too - they still do make for great entertainment when you want to forget about all kinds of stupid things by watching others doing stupid things, and they would now be very handy for practicing Portuguese.

Well, this was it for now, I actually just wanted to reflect a bit on Brazilian cinema and its power to reflect and show us different facets of its culture, and its challenges and opportunities...

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It's all about the summer dress

Hey there!

This winter, we cannot yet complain (too much) in the Netherlands. The weather has been pretty mild (but no white Christmas like last year). But as I scroll down my facebook wall and see photos from friends and people I know in Brazil, it reminds me that they're actually in the middle of summer there at the moment. Ooh, just slightly jealous. Hence, my last post (back in 2011...) also reflected my enthusiasm about spending time in a warm country where all you need in your wardrobe are nice dresses (and some light jackets), really.. I often have that nostalgia when I look through my summery photos in Brazil. And as I have written before, I love the idea of jumping through the first seven waves of the new year for luck. (I did see photos of friends celebrating NYE in Rio on the beach this year, and they're all drenched - though not from the sea only, but the stormy rain!)

Brazil is now the 6th economy in the world. And just this week I read in the newspaper on the train to Amsterdam (my usual morning reading when I take the train... yes, every week) that many thousands of Portuguese (graduates) have immigrated to Brazil in the last year, and the year before. Here in Europe we're having this major crisis that politicians just won't stop reminding us about, and there in Brazil - Portugal's former colony, might I remind you - they have an economy that just keeps growing and booming. Hmm... who said learning Portuguese wouldn't come in handy?

In the film Rio, about which I've blogged a while back when I went to see it in the cinema, you can see the sharp contrast, however: between the rich parts of Rio and the adjacent favelas (although it's fairly subtle, it is an animation after all not a political thriller or whatnot, but I was glad they included that aspect in the movie). So, the economy is booming but I often wonder what that actually means for the people from different social and economic backgrounds and parts of the country - how far that booming economic growth can reach. I wish I could go back (soon) and find out more... sometimes I feel like I need to read up on it, but don't know where to start - how do I know which literature is good and how best to reflect upon it? Then I think, well traveling and living in Brazil for a while would probably do me more good in that sense (plus I can dance samba there)... :p

A little while ago, I read Laughter out of Place, an anthropological study carried out in one of the favelas in Rio by an American anthropologist (with Russian roots!), and published around 2002-2003; and in the introduction the author notes that as the book is going out to publishing, Lula has just been elected president, and reflects briefly on what this can mean for Brazil. The book concentrates on the stories of a number of women - domestic workers, largely - living in Rio's favelas, and it is extremely interesting. At the same time, I would also be interested in what it'd be like if it was published now, keeping in mind all the changes that have taken place in Brazil in the last decade. I wonder how much has changed for these women and how the growing economic prosperity in the country has actually affected them. Economic growth is good, but you also need to think about how big changes on the national level reflect on the lives of individuals from different layers of society. Oh I do love talking about all this don't I - (Brazilian) social inequality and development.. and ok, samba ;)

In Brazil, I saw what I would describe as both higher and lower ends of economic reality, or I should say, inequality. One day I was in this cool car driving to a nice beach in Buzios and taking photos with M'me Brigitte Bardot... (ok, a bronze statue of her which looks out on the port of Buzios... as she was the one who made Buzios such a hip place to go to)... and the next day, or day after that actually, I was sitting at the back of a motorcycle, wizzing up to the top of Rocinha, the largest favela in South America. From experiences like that I have different perspectives on Brazilian life... and I'm glad I got to experience them.

Some months ago, I went to a lecture at a Latin American institute in Amsterdam given by a Brazilian scholar on the post-modernity in Latin America... or something along those lines. He gave the example of Brasilia, the country's capital which was built a little more than half a century ago, and thereby connected the previously middle-of-nowhere area in the centre of Brazil with affluent cities such as Rio and Sao Paulo. As many of you might know, Brasilia features very unusual modern architecture, and I believe the city is even 'shaped' as a plane (if you look at it from above). It was meant to represent modernity and Brazil going forward, or so I know. The architect was Oscar Niemeyer, who is still busy with new architectural projects up to this day. I visited a famous design of his in Niteroi, an (almost) island connected to Rio de Janeiro, from the banks of which you can still see Christ the Redeemer standing on top of the mountain. Niteroi is no tiny place though, and feels like a city of its own - this is where I also bought my long summery dress, which were so popular in Brazil, and which I never get to wear here in Holland. Here at the top of my post you can see the famous Niemeyer museum in Niteroi, with a view of the city and the beach.. many of my photos in Brazil look idyllic like that.. and yet I know that it's not always so, of course; but where is it?

But, I always like to end on a positive note. Just a few years ago I could not have imagined traveling to Brazil and living there for five months. Who knows what kind of great adventures the future will bring? Hopefully I can still learn and write more about all this from Brazil, while sporting my long (or short) summer dress.

Happy 2012, Let´s jump through those waves!

Oiii there!

Last year for Christmas, my Brazilian sisters Mari and Cacau brought me a few Brazilian gibis - children's comics - as a gift, and I just fell in love with them (the gibis, I already love Mari and Cacau, of course). I was never someone who read a lot of comics, but I just loved those, like a child. And what a great way to learn and practice Portuguese! These are the Turma da Monica comics, or the Class of Monica (they're basically about a bunch of kids getting into trouble and playing all kinds of tricks on each other). My favourite character quickly became - and still is - Magali, a cute little girl in a yellow dress who has an unending (and rather voracious, actually) appetite. For my birthday in the summer, the girls sent me a few more copies of the newest gibis. Needless to say, I'm hoping for a new batch in the new year :)


What does this have to do with anything right now? Well, it's almost the end of the year and 2012 is approaching fast, people are making all kinds of plans for New Year's Eve... I remember that I learned from the Christmas edition of the gibis last year that in the coastal cities and towns of Brazil (and that's some 8000 km or something!), there is an NYE tradition of jumping through the first seven waves of the sea in the new year (I guess ideally at the countdown). This is then meant to bring good luck for the whole year. I remember seeing the photos of one of my Brazilian friends taken during the NYE in Rio last year... well, all I can say is, it sounds like a fun thing to do to welcome the new year! Something I'd definitely like to do sometime :D

Whatever your plans are for NYE and whatever your New Year's resolutions may be... Happy New Year! :)

Bejios e vamos pular gente!

'Let me take you to Rio, Rio...'

Hi all,

I remember that just before Christmas last year, I wrote some entries reflecting on my time in Brazil and how music and lyrics shaped my experience... all the cute little Brazilian songs I learned from my friends in Juiz de Fora (and other places) and sang them around :) A couple of days ago I heard a Brazilian sertanejo (a kind of folksy music genre) song on Dutch radio - and it has been played again since then. It went something like, 'Nossa, nossa, assim voce me mata' - 'Oh my god, oh my god, in this way you kill me', well this text is to be taken romantically, of course. I guess...

Last Christmas I had a couple of Brazilian guests in house, my dear host sisters from Juiz de Fora. And to think that a year has passed since they were here..! 2011 has flown by so fast.. and yet, on the other hand it seems a year ago was a long time ago, after all, much has happened since then. For me, and in the world. Rough year, right? But then there were also some great times, and some surprising news - what to make of the second large protest against the government in Moscow this past weekend! Now I'm interested what's going to happen next in Russia, ey! Perhaps some political changes are on their way...

I remember coming back from Brazil and feeling as if I was a different person from the one who left five months earlier. Now, once again, I feel like I'm a different person from the one I was a mere year ago (or a little different, in any case). Does this mean personal (and professional) development, or I am dreaming this up or something?

I read a couple of days ago that Brazil is now the 6th economy of the world, while China is the 2nd, with the US still at the top of the list. Honestly, didn't know this about China, though can't say I'm surprised. The way things are going though, it seems in a couple of years I better make sure to be there for the World Cup in Brazil! Well, a year and a bit ago I already had in mind to become something of a contested professional by the time the World Cup rolls in, as to be invited to be there for someone else's costs so I can partake in festivities as part of a super cool job. Hahaha... well I didn't see this tough economic year coming up, but I hope that the rough part is largely behind me now. And that I will be there in 2014 for the World Cup, that I know for sure! 'Let me take you to Rio, Rio...' Talk about music shaping one's life! This one's from the movie so adequately named 'Rio'... :)

In the past couple of months, Amsterdam held a Brazil-themed festival, with all kinds of performances and such taking place around town, most of which trying to go beyond the stereotypical idea held about Brazilian culture (i.e. samba, football, Carnaval). When we headed off to the annual Amsterdam Museum Night (a night when something like 45 museums in the city open their doors till early morning hours accompanied by DJ's and parties), we visited the architecture museum which had a special workshop by a Brazilian dance teacher. After finally having a caipirinha (with forest fruit.... mmm) placed into my hands by the barman, I went to join the little circle formed around the lady teaching the basic steps to... forró! haha :) A traditional Brazilian dance in two's; when I hear the beat and the rhythm, I often have to remember the first time I learned the basic moves in our tiny apartment in Shanghai... to the sound of sertanejo, I believe. Yep, the same genre that I recently heard on Dutch radio... what goes around comes around!

Yesterday, I went to see the musical Zorro in a large theater in The Hague. It's been going on for almost a year and finally I got to booking the tickets. It's so interesting because - as far as I am aware - Zorro was not a musical before this, but was made into one, and it's full of music and dancing next to all the swashbuckling. I grew up watching Zorro (various versions of it, old and new) and I read Isabel Allende's book (of course), but I never imagined I'd see it with that much singing and dancing, too :) Sometimes it even felt like a flamenco show; it's too bad we haven't got snow this Christmas, it would be a great way to warm up your soul (and feet, for the dancers)... well, it does anyway. I think Zorro is one of those stories of which not many people know anymore what exactly the original tale was, but with a bit of creativity you can get the adventure going time after time in various versions. Without getting too philosophical, it's a bit like life, full of adventures and some moments of deja vu, but I guess things never quite repeat themselves, but take their own spin. I guess we can learn from Zorro... how many swashbuckling adventures must he have been on in all his many lives? :)

Well, I think I will leave it there for now and pick up asap... this was probably already random enough!

Thanks for reading!

The time is now

Hey there,

Today, the Dutch evening news began with the coverage of the political protests in Russia. Thousands of people across the country have come out in the December Russian cold to protest against the government and demand fair - and honest - elections. Young, well earning, iPad holding people - this last bit according to the NY Times report. It's one of those somewhat rare moments actually when I can feel a glimmer of hope for Russia's future, and indeed, a bit of pride. Is change actually coming? Being such an unusually large protest in Russia, it's all over the international news - and to me, it also seems like one of those few times when the news actually gives a rather positive view of the Russian people (if not politics, of course, but that's the point).

It's funny because I haven't visited my own home country for over three years, and sometimes feel as if I am a bit out of the 'loop', if you can call it that. In fact, I have seen much more of the world outside of Russia than within it (ok - Russia is huge though). Sometimes it almost feels like, well, who am I to talk about change and society in Russia. But what the heck, of course I am and I can, haha! And right now, there lies a book on my shelve written about Russia by a UK journalist traveling through the country. It's time to take a look at what he has to say - it's ironic isn't it how you sometimes use the work of outsiders to help you to stay in touch with your home country, when it is no longer your home base. So many books have been written in the world about everything, and many of them very subjective of course, so it can be hard to keep an objective view yourself. However, I can appreciate that someone writing the book has traveled the country through and through - more than I have, in this case! - if I am to spend my time reading and learning from it. What the book brings and if I actually agree, remains to be seen.

I have just finished reading an anthropological study about the life of women living in a favela in Rio de Janeiro. It was published almost ten years ago as Lula was entering into his presidency - and thus much has changed since then, but it is still a valuable insight into the Brazilian social structure, and gender and race relations. The ironic thing here is that it is a book I once (partially) read for my anthropology class back when I was 18 - but it didn't mean so much to me then... if someone had told me back then that in a few years I'd be re-reading the book after having lived in Brazil for five months myself, I'd have thought, what?

Well, that's how it goes. This has been mostly my blog about Brazil - with a few random entries in between. It's crazy, more than a year after coming back I am still writing about it, and there are still a few things I want to add about my trip in a couple more posts - just bear with me. But I have also tried to include references where possible to the current things happening that might be relevant as well... I enjoy writing my blog and about my experiences, even if someone might wave their hand and think or say, why read this if it all took place 'so long' ago already... well, I can only hope that my readers have enjoyed the insights and experiences I have shared. Time has passed, but memories remain seared into my mind. Where a writer such as Gabriel Garcia Marques - whose 'Love in the time of cholera' I am also reading at the moment - is able to describe places and events in uncomparable and colourful fashion, I hope I have been able to provide just a little taste (at least) of the explosion of events and impressions that Brazil has been (and admittedly, has stayed) for me.

But, it's almost time - as the year 2011 is coming to its end, some new ideas and thoughts have been buzzing in my mind lately, so it is soon time for a new start. Yes, new year, new opportunities to seize, new action to take. I'll be putting what I've learned and what I'm learning - not little of it as a result of struggling against the tough economic market at the moment - into new and positive stories and reflections, as I believe there might be just the market out there for it.

Now, on with it! :) I will be writing more about Brazil soon, and also more about... well, many other things, too.

Thanks for reading!