Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Random Observations #13 (World Cup Edition)

A dead man lies in the road. Arms outstretched like a fallen crucifix.
A clichéd cluster of bewildered onlookers.
A woman holds a hand to her open mouth as if to stifle a scream long since due.

Must get home to see the game.

Yes, but at what cost?

The bus takes me in the opposite direction (into town) in record time. Just buses on the streets when Brazil plays.

Entering the heart of one of the biggest (and normally busiest) cities in the world, I am reminded of long summer days in the village in Southern Italy where Dad was born. I used to love walking the deserted streets after lunch, where the only sound breaking the siesta was that of the same telenovela, beaming from each and every doorway.

Mad Dogs and Englishmen indeed.

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