quarta-feira, novembro 17

My niece

We left Brazil 10 years ago, and the most important reason was the crescent violence in our city. we felt we were living in a bubble while criminals were all free and happy.

About four years ago, we went home for Xmas. we were all happy, celebrating, eating and drinking when my kids and their cousins decided to take some food to the compound's security guard.

We prepared a good dish and off they went. When they got there, the conversation that took place was something like that:

- Oh, thank you! It is hard being poor...

And my niece, with her inquisitive eyes:

- Poor? Are you poor? WOW, I never saw a poor person before...

Do you now understand what I mean by "living in a bubble"?

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