RJ 02/01/1985 Wednesday
Maira is speaking to Gina on the phone and they are talking about the Brazilian ‘Menudo’. Their godfather is going to be ‘Chacrinha’,it seems the whole group will be from Praia Brava. As well as Ricardo I met another member, Marcelo. Blonde and really friendly. The group’s name is Ciclone. We went to Zezé’s to meet my mum and buy my skirt. We had lunch. My mum arrived around 1 in the afternoon. On the bus we saw something barbaric. When I got here the ticket cost 310 cruzeiros, 320 for the bus we catch as it’s more expensive. Well, in less than a month it’s gone up, first to 360 (370) and today to 480!!! On the news they announced it would go up from tomorrow, but because this is Brazil, they are already charging the new fare. The worst thing is that no one’s wages goes up twice a month, it goes up once, twice a year. How I would like to make a revolution, protests so it would all end and no one else would die of hunger, neither here nor nowhere else. My mum didn’t have any money and left a cheque with Zezé for 60,000, to buy my mini skirt. Yeah, right! I’m buying a volleyball instead, a Blitz record and stickers, or another record, or dollars. My mum was reading my diary again; I caught her reading on Maira’s ex-bedroom. She must have been reading me slagging her off. She deserved it. She who looks, finds! Went to Casa da Banha with Maira (Zezé left at 2 and stayed out all afternoon) to buy some meat. I saw a golden scourger, for washing pans. I opened it. I bought it, it was a bit expensive (625 crz), but I loved it, it was cute!
My mum’s friends bought Rock in Rio shirts (a few days ago Mesbla was selling two shirts for 28,000 crz and you’d get a ticket for the show for one day, but it didn’t sell well and now a single shirt sells for 19,900 and you get a day ticket, any day you choose, if I had company I would go). Her friends gave her the shirt and she gave it to me. Blue, cute. She also gave me a pair of trainers, made of hard fabric, they are in fashion, blue and a box of chocolates, that her friends got on an international flight. They were for her but she gave them to me too. I swear I never ate a better chocolate in all my life!!! Divine, a thousand times better than Garoto’s chocolates. Not a single bad tasting one. All wonderful. My mum spent a few days in Saquarema (she even brought me a few sea shells) but spent New Year’s in Copacabana, watching the fireworks, which must be amazing. She’s going back to Brasilia tonight.