Last year at this time, I experienced the carnival in Brazil. Not because I love Carnival. It was just such a way that the Carnival, Brazil and I met each other.
It was an exciting time. Loud - yes, above all, it was loud. Anyone who owned a stereo system - and it was only in his car - she had turned to go.
We always think: the Brazilian, who can celebrate. And the carnival is the highest increment. But this time I have seen many Brazilians, who in these colorful, noisy days, just hard and annoying impacts.
Today I had completely forgotten the Rose Monday, so I was dumbfounded when suddenly the doorbell rang. A few children were dressed there.
"I am a little king," it blared.
I did not know what to say.
Thank God my husband had previously bought many sweets. They were meant for us.
nerve food.
But now, I have the full scoop.
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