RJ 20/12/1984 Thursday

RJ 20/12/1984 Thursday

It doesn’t feel like I’ve only been here since yesterday. In the morning we tidied up the house (Jeison goes to work around 8). Ah, yesterday on the bus, Maira told me that uncle Gilberto gave up the house in Muri (he used to rent it with friends from another family who disappeared) and bought a 23 feet yatch. Maybe, if my aunt wants to, we might even go to the Angra dos Reis procession at the New Year. I hope so!

From here we went to Zeze’s house (where Maira used to live, but she’s always there). My god, the bus drivers in here are crazy: they cut in front of each other, drive at 80km/h, and break suddenly. The buses are really loud. I nearly have heart attacks when I go on the buses here. And that is what I do the most.

I’m dying to buy a Jeans rucksack but it’s been hard (no one buys them anymore) and maybe I’ll buy one made of blue and white rubber. We’ stayed at Zeze’s house (she wasn’t there but Maira has the keys), D. Nina (Maira’s gran) arrived from Friburgo today and cooked us lunch.

I washed my hair and dried with the hair drier. We left at 10 to 3 and went to my (great)aunt’s Itatia. She lives in Curitiba and is my dead maternal grandma’s sister. We love her so much; she’s little and delicate, with fluffy white hair, gorgeous blue eyes and she’s so tender! She lives with her daughter Marisa, but she (Marisa) exploits her, she makes auntie look after Marvio; Marisa’s paranoid son (who only thinks about video games and has no personality). Anyway, she wasn’t there and we came back, this time we needed 2 buses (there were no direct buses) and I died twice. I helped Maira cook dinner (It took me two years to peel the potatoes).

It’s 5:23, and later I’ll go to auntie Italia’s place and there I will meet my aunt Zeze (didn’t see her today) and probably sleep there. Maira told me that the most beautiful Led Zeppelin’s song (Stairway to Heaven), which talks about love, if played on reverse talks about hell .. . The Beatles did that too, but they sang about drugs. This is called ‘cultism’ and seems to influence people a lot. Subconsciously, of course, people don’t even notice. We inverted the tape, played it and my cousin translated it. But I’m sick of this song now …

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