tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60402748758255422182024-02-07T01:11:06.705-05:00The BridgeRandom musings on the digital age, the street where I live and the world beyond.Errol Lincoln Uyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05546483107500998891noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040274875825542218.post-6058992938386417302016-08-04T10:49:00.001-04:002016-08-04T10:55:45.890-04:00Brazil - A history in pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">I searched for the story of </span><em style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">Brazil </em><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">for five years, a literary pathfinder wandering in quest of the untold saga of the Brazilians and their epic history.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">In these pages, I share my mighty journey of twenty thousand kilometers across the length and breadth of Brazil in 1981. I traveled through the heart of a nation in which the flame of freedom was newly lit after years of military dictatorship, the journal I kept colored by the voices and emotions of the era.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">I explore the exhaustive processes that go into the making of a novel with a first draft of three-quarters of million words written in the old-fashioned way, by hand. I reveal the early genesis of my ideas for plot lines and characters, the detailed planning of my outline. </span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">Of all the accolades a writer could hope for at the end of an epic work like </span><em style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">Brazil</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;"> none brought more joy than a simple question asked by the famed Brazilian historian and sociologist Gilberto Freyre.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">"I should like to know if Uys had an unpublished jornal intime of a Brazilian family?"</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #777777; font-family: Roboto, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px;">There was no private journal, just the will to understand the Brazilian "thing" and a passion for writing and storytelling, which lies at the heart of every good novel.</span><br />
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<br />Errol Lincoln Uyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05546483107500998891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040274875825542218.post-42875625193411161612015-05-19T12:40:00.000-04:002015-05-19T12:44:23.381-04:00Brazil's Last Frontier: Victims and Visionaries<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><div align="left" class="style200" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>August 29-30</strong> Left Porto Velho at 4.30 a.m. with Eduardo Borcacov for Guajará Mirim 335 dusty kilometers away. Argentinean-born Borcacov of Russian heritage converses on virtually any topic under the sun with worthwhile opinions. He knows environment intimately from many years in Rondônia's forests as lumberman. Trip took ten hours driving with two hours lingering at Madeira-Mamoré stations en route, now mostly ghost towns.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Vila Murtinho, for example, a dozen or so houses around a barely recognizable square. Column in middle of soccer field commemorates 1822/1922 (Independence,) abandoned stores, inhabitants hanging around doing nothing in particular. Along the road, no evidence of real agricultural development in ten years since it was opened, usual burnt patches, some grassed areas, few cattle, all adding to depression one feels at sight of abandoned tracks, equipment, stations etc.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some wide-ranging Eduardo pointers/ observations/ images on past and present as we traveled: a) all railroad equipment imported, including standards from London b) dormitory for visiting dignitaries above station at Guajará-Mirim c) struggling agricultural community with church under construction for five years f) small country hospital, male patients of all ages in general ward g) stream with beautiful bathing spot, Indian <em>maloca </em>upstream x 14 hours travel h) blue butterfly worth at least $50 i) balls of latex covering square in front of old station j) forest landing strips k) 25,000 hectare fazenda. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Weekend with Eduardo along Madeira-Mamoré railroad, in every retrospect, a valued experience. I have begun to see Vicente Cardoso's (Cavalcanti) experience in a very different light for two reasons: A) Rondônia provides bases of “last frontier” (soon to pass with coming of statehood.) B) Madeira-Mamoré story needs more than an outsider's view. Vicente <u>has</u> to be physically involved with the construction and thereafter gradually to become a “man of power” in the territory. All points to having Vicente actually engage on the construction of the railroad and emphasis of rubber boom. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eduardo offered many leads to this in yarns like that of Maciel, the coronel/concessionaire who went batty after taking to Indian pagé's concoctions i.e. mushrooms of altered states variety. Rondônia is not “Amazonas” with all that name implies but all the ingredients are here, plus some of the unknown: a great river (Madeira); Indians of violent and pacific type: Caripunas and Novas Pacos; rubber boom; typical Trans-Amazonas type highway; <em>pistoleiros </em>and <em>possesseiros</em>; the old Wild west, to this day; great lumber enterprises; area south-west of Rondônia scene of gold rush today, dredging and panning rivers with some major finds of nuggets; significant immigration from the North-East, especially Ceará; Japanese farmers; migrants and adventurers from many lands, including descendants of the workers who came to build the Madeira-Mamoré; Shockness, Norman, the Asians, Lebanese. A microcosm of an earlier Brazil of the South and, in some respects, an unfortunate carry-over of problems of the North-East.</span><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="GuajaraMirim"></a></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spent hours talking as we traveled back from Guajará-Mirim yesterday banging along cratered road with stops at "<em>Restaurante e Borracharia</em>" for food and to fix tires i.e. "borracharia!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the Indians showed centuries ago, so today: The soil thus “liberated” is able to produce a good first crop, the second is poor, the third a disaster necessitating a new clearing and leaving the forest to recover with a poor secondary growth.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On North/South dichotomy: the people of the North-East, and by extension the north “migrants” are sufferers, they are martyrs who love the land no matter how cruel it may be to them and their children. The people of the South see them as the meanest laborers for whom there is little home, a burden for booming Brazil. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On prospects of revolution: Ed refers, as do most people, to three safeguards: <em>futebol</em>, <em>carnaval</em>, <em>loteria</em>. (Looking at TV antenna atop the remotest shacks, I would add “TV” as fourth safeguard.) </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A power-clique of generals and moneyed aristocracy call the shots at the national level. Men might change, as with appointment of Figueiredo offering apparent new image, but driving force and ideas remain the same. Backing the clique are multinationals and foreign banks, who in the foreseeable future make a drastic change of status quo impossible. Brazil has once again traded its independence for colonialism, this time no gunboats and foreign princelings but “economics.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Foreign influence in Brazil was same, for example, with “Ypiranga,” Strangford, Collingwood, backing independence not for sake of Brazilians but to gain a favorable trade and economic foothold for British interests. England's economic colonizer role was taken over by America and now a new “partner” is on the horizon: Japan, going after the vast mineral and natural resources.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With an important difference, according to Ed: The Brits and Americans always looked down upon the Brazilians from highest level. Brazilians, because of the big Japanese community in their midst, have come to know and respect them as honest, hard-working; they trust the Japanese whereas long experience has led to wariness of the U.S. and the British.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also effect, in a lesser way but no doubt important, of anti-U.S. propaganda over the years, with “Yankee Go Home” drummed into heads of South Americans. Conversely, though, average Brazilian has little love for Cuba which is seen as a “government mess.” Brazilians know what a sprawling bureaucratic muddle can result in through their own home-grown examples: They're not interested in importing something that could worsen the situation. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>September 1</strong> Flew from Porto Velho to Cuiabá, changed there and flew to Brasília and onto Rio de Janeiro. It's not merely the vast distance covered within one country but coming out of the bush, it strikes you dramatically: the difference between all the poverty and struggle you have seen in “greater Brazil” and the suited, suave, soft-leather shoed people here, all bound for Rio, which most people I've seen these past forty days will never set eyes on. The contrast is shocking. I have a picture of a quintessential Rio granddame, paunchy, loaded with jewels, transported to one of those “<em>restaurantes e borracharias</em>” alongside any sertão road I've traversed...</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A war, in a way, against The Forest, and which almost as it ended in 1912 was lost. With the collapse of the rubber boom the purpose of the railroad (to get Bolivian rubber to the “navigable” Madeira) no longer existed. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today there is an attempt to re-activate the railroad, some 32 of 360 miles operative, but the real story lies in the marshalling yards where half a dozen old locomotives (Baldwins etc.) stand with their great steel wheels buried in the sand. Most dramatic relic is the steam-powered crane (INDUSTRIAL WORKS - BAY - MICHIGAN) that appears at the head of the rail-advance in old photographs. You can imagine it, easily, clanking and hissing. You can imagine it but you can't ignore the twitter of the birds amid its workings. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>August 27</strong> Above all, I have to remember to divorce present “reality” from historical fact: that the cemetery where hundreds upon hundreds - thousands - who labored to build the railroad lie is unreachable must say something. Can't go there, you're told by local head of museum, because bush that obscures place is infested with “cobras.” </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, too, I think are the minds of those who inherited the sweat, the sadness, the lost dreams of all who came here. <u>Nothing</u>. Not a memorial, not a single relic except a small station filled with “functionaries” unexcited and unmoved by what they represent.</span></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By God! I say to myself, I'll write an epitaph for you yet, you brave “lost” adventurous souls who lie beneath this dust-damned soil. You came from so far away to so violent an environment, and you found the paradise you sought an earthly hell!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I walk through these dreary streets, I witness this museum without a soul and I feel a rage and anger beyond my control at such forgetfulness, such disregard for heart and soul and effort. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I look at a single spike, a single spar of rail, a rusted locomotive and I have respect. For what am I but an adventurer braving the same area, but with a comfort and safety you never knew. For five days I have trod these same grounds, endured the same heat - with air conditioning to help - and yet at no time have I seen anything that said these were men! — How I hate the forgetful, the thoughtlessness!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How I sometimes love the adage, "those who forget the lessons of the past are bound to repeat them." I wouldn't really wish it upon them but if they are so ready to dismiss the 7,000 (10,000?) who gave their lives in this place...</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I enjoy this burst of emotion, for it gives me a special urge to reach paper, it puts six thousand spirits behind me saying, "Tell them!" It brings a single spirit, a soul perhaps akin my own, who lies a dying in Candelaria with thought of a love far away, feeling all forgotten forever — I say to that spirit bound to this dusty hell hole, you will be remembered, not alone in dry unemotive reports I spent the best part of a day reading.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I sometimes begin to feel like Lord Byron and <em>Childe Harold</em>: “God, why did you give these people this land?” Oursler said I had to have a key. Well, tonight, amid this searching of soul — admittedly without intellectual censorship as the good Antonietta would have it — I'm hyper-critical of the Brazilians. They were handed one of God's private reserves. Are they in the process of screwing it up?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How I need a Sintra! How I need some cool, refreshing place where I can breathe “fresh air,” “sanity” and begin to believe! But then, I tell myself, how can you write about Brazil without experiencing <u>all</u> of it? Even the most distressing aspects? And what is better than spending so much time in the North/North-east until you begin to cry inwardly, “Away!”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">In a small town like Porto Velho, you cannot help noticing excessive number of government organizations. In the downtown area virtually every street has its EMBRATEL, INCRA, INDECO, SUDENE etc - endless offices of functionaries all aiming at one or another type of <em>disinvolvemente</em>. (A strange word to my ears, for translated it means development; having seen some of these functionaries in action you wonder just how much "disinvolvement" gets done.) </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">At last, the Madeira-Mamoré railroad. Strange feeling of unreality today accentuated by sight of swimming pool, good food (!)and out in Porto Velho's blazing hot rail yard: abandoned engines and rail construction equipment, birds nesting in a great steam powered crane that once moved along the newly-laid rails.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As in Recife, Belém, Manaus, much of the historical atmosphere has been destroyed. It takes a special effort of imagination to recapture what it must've been like - to envisage it in the days of Vicente Cardoso (Cavalcanti.) Feel especially confident of Vicente as character and almost capable of writing about him now.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A crucial poser! Have given it much thought already Don't know full answer but what comes to mind: Land. Dimension. Diversity. Possession. All these are key to understanding Brazil. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The very first impact on Portuguese must have been staggering. Coming from tiny Portugal, the men of Lisbon confine their territories to small bases hugging the littoral, same as in Africa and the Indies. Their motives are primarily exploitive, “factories” for securing wealth, trade for the motherland.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">First, in Brazil, he seeks the simplest solution, the neat and totally impractical division of “captaincies” stretching as far inland as the Tordesillas Line; the captaincies themselves being divided into sesmarias. For two hundred years, he hugs the littoral, fearful of what lay beyond and lacking the ability or manpower to penetrate the interior. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">For example, the concept of nobles and serfs, here becoming <em>casa grande </em>and <em>senzala </em>(slave quarters,) fazendeiro and laborer. As before, the few held vast estates to which the many were bound for their livelihood. Unlike North America where whole concept, once they'd thrown off the European yolk, was toward the individual, his freedom and a stake in the land. Nothing like that ever happened here. On the contrary, in the 19th century the Portuguese Crown was able to transplant itself to Brazil and extend the age-old system almost to the 20th century.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">With what you see and hear in the North/North-East, the greater part of Brazilian 'land,' you come to realize the divergence between north/south. Whether it's Pumaty's casa grande owner or a local laborer, all decry the south for bleeding the north to develop its industries etc. If you accept that then you begin to think of Brazil as a funnel, the north the mouth, the south the thin stem to which all filters down. (But no doubt the South will have its opinion - probably on the vast cost of supporting the North and its “hopelessness.”) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the canoe moves along, only occasional flash of brilliant color. I think most of the birds have retreated deeper into the forest, as with the monkeys and other wild life, what little there is. I'm surprised by a lack of color other than green, only occasional touch of mauve, yellow or white, but put this down to dry season. During five days, several tropical downpours, short, furious, bursts of rain mainly in the afternoon, a respite from the heat. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Humble houses, pathetic little <em>escolas </em>alongside the tributaries, seem to attest to the impotence of man in this mighty environment. One is aware of the great wounds left in the forest by vast projects: as EMBRAPA pointed out, left to itself the forest can regenerate secondary growth in three to five years. This is not to say there isn't a threat.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The “Hollywood” version of the Amazon jungle is more impressionistic than <img align="right" alt="Amazon Forest Interior near Manaus Brazil Uys" src="http://erroluys.com/images/ManausForestCathedral1.jpg" height="300" hspace="20" vspace="20" width="425" /> real. I think many Amazon “adventures” were shot in California backlots showing a density and height that's not right. The greatness of the Amazon lies in its horizontal and not vertical spread; its sheer size and variety is what gives it an awesome aspect. Under the canopy, you can let your imagination drift back to the very beginnings of earth.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Manaus, itself, continues to be an enigma, this island-city with its skyscrapers rising suddenly beyond the final hill as you emerge from the forest. The older, almost bizarre-looking architecture, English and French structures, market-place, library, post office, opera house take prize for incongruity. Though surely gave Manaus a special atmosphere during rubber boom days, unique and totally unlike skyscraper skyline of today.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today's newspaper carried sobering news that Glauber Rocha died, age 43, of heart attack in Rio. <span style="color: red;">(We lived as neighbors in Sintra, Portugal, prior to my coming to Brazil.) </span>Was talking about Rocha last night at film of Getúlio Vargas.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(Some impressions from Vargas film: Depicted era similar to Peron/Bittencourt. First, there was striving for a Brazil independent of foreign dependency, multinational “colonialism.” 2) Genuine attempt to improve “lot of the workers.” Enormous popularism. 3) Many, many military-style parades in late 30s vaguely reminiscent of Mussolini's Italy, youth brigades etc. 4) symbolic flag burning, representing end of state hegemony and move toward national unity 5) Vargas, small, chubby, round-faced, spectacles, often smiling, seemed a genuine honest type. (Whatever the bias of film, I found it incredible to accept his suicide. Suicide note was a forgery to cover up his murder? I wonder. Must put that to sources.) </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Perhaps it's the influence of the other estrangeiros who come filled with visions of tropical menace and talk of all manner of ailments but I find myself becoming “health conscious.” Won't dare miss my malaria tablet; bathe open “wound” on my foot a) with antiseptic solution b)</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">powder antiseptic c) cover with Band-aid. Ultra careful with water and absolutely refuse salads.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Words like malaria, yellow fever, typhoid, hepatitis, septic wounds etc. commonplace in vocabulary but perhaps it's something else that calls for caution. In the U.S., in developed countries we have reached an ascendancy of man over Nature, control lies in our hands. The environment has been conquered and controlled physically and spiritually. Here, not so: when you enter the forest environment you are entirely at its mercy. Man is out of scale here, his size nothing against the horizonless, surrounding forest. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> A forbidding environment, gnarled roots of trees exposed on the banks where storm waters have torn away the soil; trees standing in the water, dead twisted shapes awaiting the final thrust of nature, when they will loosen their hold on the soil, fall and be carried away. Clumps of hyacinth stretch out from the banks, sometimes grow like small islands midstream. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Inside the forest, the water is smooth as glass, the area deserted, only occasional glimpse of a canoe with a fisherman sitting cross-legged up front, bow and arrow ready for action. A scene that was the same hundreds, thousands of years ago. </span></div>
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Errol Lincoln Uyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05546483107500998891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040274875825542218.post-72798490166794893302014-09-24T10:11:00.000-04:002014-09-24T10:11:21.052-04:00In the Heat of Manaus - Walking with the Ghosts of the Opera House<div align="left" class="style199" style="margin-top: 0px;">
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>August 20</strong> Docked at Manaus on 17th, 18th interview preparations, 19th visit EMBRAPA, 20th to INPA, Amazonia Research Station. First word to describe Manaus is HOT. Heat that brings tiredness, lethargy and seems to slow down pace of everyone. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Don't know how the mind of a Brazilian works but can hardly imagine how a Rio/São Paulo/Brasília person relates this area to “his Brasil,” other than in a possessive-territorial sense, the idea of having this superb national treasure. Posed a question to Mark and Rod as we parted: “Who are the Brazilians?” A mighty one to answer but I know what I'm racing toward. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">For thirty days I have tramped, bused and otherwise moved through the North-East growing increasingly downcast at life in the region. Even the Amazon is drawn in with the sight of downed, destroyed woodland and pathetic attempt to “farm” it — a vision aggravated by fact that farms visited belong to EMBRAPA researchers. God knows how hope-filled people from the North-East face staggering challenge to “produce” something, a livelihood, on such lands. Nothing said or shown by researchers convinced me that they're anywhere near solving the countless challenges.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In my more “mature” attitude to Brazil, keep reminding myself that though Michener wrote about South Africa, he detested apartheid. There are similarities in my approach/attitude toward Brazil. I find the history, the past, utterly fascinating; the present reflected, too often, in the filthy gray pools at my feet.</span> </span><br />
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Errol Lincoln Uyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05546483107500998891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040274875825542218.post-18937015649858247292014-07-07T12:53:00.000-04:002014-07-07T12:54:35.406-04:00Reflections on Slavery and Servitude in Brazil<div align="left" class="style197" style="margin-top: 0px;">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Interesting point, especially when considered against fact that slavery was only abolished in 1889, less than a hundred years ago. Just as there are many misconceptions or ignorance about the finer aspects of Brazilian history, so, too, the darker side. Brazilians pride themselves on the peaceful, humane liberation of their slaves but I'm beginning to believe that the truth may run somewhat contrary, that they have an exceptionally long way to go to finalize the adjustment between slavery/freedom. “Born free to live in chains,” truly applicable!</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Another subject that came up was the “internationalization” of the Amazon basin, once suggested by a U.N. conference but, predictably, violently resisted by the Brazilians. (In the north, among few expressions of political graffiti: AMAZONIA PARA BRASILEIRO.) A young Brazilian passenger himself suggested that this would be only way to “develop” the area properly. From what I have seen and heard about other “development” projects in the North-North-East, I'm inclined toward agreeing. At the same time, I have to consider the effect of the Tropics on Western Man - Perhaps Gilberto Freyre is too optimistic, idealistic - Perhaps the true Brazilian, man of the tropics, has not yet appeared on the scene or developed sufficiently to cope with the land, the climate and its challenges.</span></div>
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</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spending time with the two Brits, unfortunately, brings my Brit-background prejudices to the surface and I have constantly to remind myself that this is Brazil and Brazilians are different. Nevertheless, I do find several things disgusting. The spitting. A downright unhealthy habit. At least on the ship the aim is over the side! Also on hygiene, lavatories are often stinking, blocked affairs with horrid little wastepaper baskets for toilet paper, open and exposed. </span><div align="right" class="style197" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, too, the food: With rare exception, usually in private homes, it's the same monotonous starchy stuff, steak, chicken, potatoes sometimes, rice, farina, beans. The food markets in the Amazon ports are the worst I've seen anywhere. Great, open mounds of freshly-butchered meat, minimal vegetables and little to see of the exotic tropical fruits people rave about. An inveterate traveler, I can stomach a great deal but here even I reach a limit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">August 15-16</span></strong> Approaching,
docking at and passage from Alenquer beyond Santarém late afternoon and evening
gave dramatic impression of <em><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">The
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with ship sailing in one furthest east and, far as the eye could see, these
expanses of water separated by low strips of lands, occasionally merging, most
continuing their separate way toward some distant meeting point. An hour time
change — advance — at Santarém brought sunset early, a magnificent ball of
orange, larger than any I have ever seen, going down with surprising rapidity,
dancing behind the bank of trees as the ship moved along, sometimes obscured,
sometimes appearing full circle in a gap between the forest. At water's edge,
herds of zebu-type cattle standing white to gray against the darkening
background. Channel narrower than ever.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then, within minutes of the sun setting, the moon rising in
the east, a smaller, perfect yellowish ball, also climbing swiftly and
perfectly marked against the clear sky. Then night and the Amazon closing in —
not the towering impression offered in Hollywood interpretation of small
riverboat cutting through impenetrable forest but surrounding our ship with its
vastness and the knowledge that way out there, only an endless expanse of
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A scene my
characters,Amador da Silva and Segge Proot would come to re-live in the pages
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><em><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"The constant green and gray and blue was also relieved — especially for Segge — by the dance of sun and moon on the equator. Daybreak and a faint blush in the gray would presage the rim of orange sun behind the trees. The surface of the river would be painted in way no mortal artist would emulate, passing through a spectrum of shades, from soft pinks and mauves to a fiery blaze that turned the waters of the Rio das Amazonas into molten gold.<o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At night, we reached
Alenquer, a small river port, its dockside crowded with people, sacks of
grain... Sounds of countless insects in the marshy land beside the wooden quay.
Go ashore for walk through town streets lined with bars. What truly sets the
atmosphere is glimpse back toward the ship. Sight of her lying there lit for
stem to stern, immaculately white and dwarfing every other boat at dockside.
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At Alenquer, I sense
a “resentful” reaction to our presence. People on the quay side, mostly young,
remind one of scene from <em><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Amarcord</span></em>.
It's only twice a month that a large passenger boat comes through and being
Saturday night, locals see this as one, if not the only “event.” But they
didn't observe us with friendliness, very few smiles, and except two who made
“friends” with blonde Elsa, the German girl aboard, not a single wave as the
ship pulled away from the dock. Instead some First Class passengers started to
throw ice at them and they retaliated with curses and handfuls of grain! Type
of incident that does nothing to improve relations between the haves and
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Aboard, there is absolutely nothing to
do but brood, meditate, sweat, drink and talk. Ron and Mark, two Aberdeen
University graduates, future grain merchants, provide some worthwhile asides on
Brazil. Ron maintains that the Brazilian “miracle,” the dramatic economic
development since mid-50s had disastrous effects because it came too quickly for
people to adjust to it, socially. “They entered the industrial age without
capacity to cope with modernization, jarred from a post-colonial and
agricultural phase into era of technology. Adopting the methods of an advanced
country to one in which the mass of people still existed in backward phase.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I agree with
what he says and have serious doubts about the theory of Brazil as an emergent
super-power. The first forty days contact with the people, admittedly of the
depressed North-East, offer little hope for what may be a future “super-power.”
Again and again, Bradford Burns's suggestion of so little having changed in
five centuries as being key to Brazil appears perfectly true.</span></div>
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Errol Lincoln Uyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05546483107500998891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040274875825542218.post-14000631111117155962014-06-05T17:20:00.000-04:002014-06-05T17:20:50.827-04:00In Search of the Green Fortress: Four Ways to Look at the Amazon<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1) A hypothetical one, for example: What if the riverine line of forest had only been a narrow one? And the lands beyond open to colonization? Would this not have been the focus of “civilization” in the Americas? Would the Andean cultures have spread into these areas? </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most sobering thought is that their only access to “civilization” is along the river. Hemmed in by forest, somewhat like an island; dozens of island “refugia” between forest and river. At point we're approaching now, water to furthest horizon, brown tinge to it. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Many <em>estrangeiros </em>aboard, international mix, Brazilian, French, Canadian, Israeli, American, English, German, students, retirees, holiday-makers, most with idea of once in a lifetime Amazon voyage. Agree. We're all traveling second-class; there's a First Class deck above and a deck “squatter” passage below and aft.</span></div>
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Errol Lincoln Uyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05546483107500998891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040274875825542218.post-87203026826654395372014-05-14T12:08:00.000-04:002014-05-14T12:09:52.696-04:00My Travels with Black Jimi on the Streets of Recife<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Brazil - The Making of a Novel - Part 23</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then there was Black Jimi.<span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div>
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sixty cruzeiro religious print, asked him to sit down for a beer, and gained a
firm friend. Jimi took me around the other Recife, places like Brasília
Teimosa. He claimed to be a son of Carvalho, a famous Rio gangster and had been
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I bumped into him on
Sunday, Jimi was sitting on the pavement with two girls in the midst of an
artisan fair. One girl was about twenty, an artist, the other a poet who looked
about thirteen or fourteen. Rosa and Sandra, the poet, left soon afterwards
saying they regretted not getting to know me but had to go “because of
circumstances beyond their control.” When Jimi came to say goodbye to me at the
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with Jimi underlined the poverty (and racism) in the city. - Until I insisted,
my hotel barred Jimi from entry.- Aside from Jimi's jaunty black beret
and “Black Power” tattooed on his arm, it's obvious that his racial humiliation
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must be strange for him to contemplate my attitude as compared with average <em>branco </em>here (or, of
course, in SA.) Not just my gift of a pair of Americano jeans and 1000
cruzeiros to buy a radio — Was amused to see radio proudly displayed to me at
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black but brown, and dispossessed? I think that Vladimir and others in
referring to “land problem” being most serious etc. is catch-all phrase for
many more and diverse social ills. Like the land, the dimension of the problem
is staggering. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As everyone,
though not Jimi's people, says, Recife is different to Salvador. The <em>povo </em>(= people, but with
meaning more akin to masses.) in Recife are <em>fechado,</em>I'm
told, closed, meaning they don't show their emotions easily. When writing about
Salvador earlier, I spoke of the absence of poverty of spirit; that though
there was poverty, it was not grinding, resentful.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here, besides the obvious
abandonados, some with childish innocence that hides so much and shows the
Salvador spirit, evidence of a “poor and dangerous society” is everywhere, with
massive unemployment, the under-employment with people earning an existence by
selling envelopes, sixty cruzeiros posters, oranges, single cigarettes (an <em>estrangeiro </em>averages at
least half a packet of cigarettes bummed a day), Jimi and his two cruzeiros,
all he had in the world...</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Add to these images an overbearing
military presence: military everywhere, obvious soldiers, also traffic police,
ambulance, fire, all possessing a definite military look. I found Recife an
oppressive, unhappy town, a feeling not alleviated by my pleasant encounters
with the upper tenth. Of course, I have to remember I am looking at the end
result, not Recife through the ages, but there is something to understand here.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">On Saturday night, a 9.30 visit with Amalia and her vast family, ten brothers and sisters, all older, twenty-eight nephews etc. Afterwards to a music bar and home by 4.30 a.m. Looked to quiet Sunday and started out <img align="left" alt="Boa Viagem Beach Recife" src="http://erroluys.com/images/BoaViagemBeach.jpg" height="250" hspace="20" vspace="40" width="248" />at Boa Viagem beach, then to Olinda but on way back to hotel bumped into my friend Black Jimi and got home 2.30 a.m. Afternoon interview with Freyre and on bus at 6.15 p.m. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Amalia's family represent the ultimate extended family and, with experience of Antonietta in mind, typical of the grand old families of Brazil. Something I need to create for the Cardosos (Cavalcantis) of 1960/1970. Amalia's family is not only a patriarchal but a political unit with connections at every level, federal, state, local. Her references to various members invariably brings up one or another <em>coronel- </em>type connection. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Won't forget entering house and meeting family, seemed to be dozens of them, including Lima Filho. It would've been impossible to remember all their names. Event was the birthday of one of the twenty-eight nephews and nieces. Head of the family is mother, 82, and Amalia at 37 is the youngest child. Amalia's father was a prominent opposition member and owner of five farms, plus Lord knows what more. — All gathered round on patio after dinner for sing song to accompanied by an excellent guitarist. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What some had to say was often directly out of a South African situation: members of a privileged class and their involvement that would fit perfectly into a Progressive Party mold. Some liked to distance themselves from the diamond-bedecked Dona of Pumaty but were really speaking the same language. Too much <em>pobre </em>(poverty) agreed, but as I've seen so many times in Brazil, such social consciousness is voiced in one breath and in the next, they go on to tell you about a) the beach apartment b) the beach house c) the farm in the sertão, replete with many jokes about the people there, not racialistic though in similar vein. </span></div>
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sugar mill and refinery, back 8 p.m. preparing for interview with Gonçalves de
Mello till 10.30 leaving little time for notes. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Started today with visit to the state tourist authority,
which for two days has been trying to meet a simple request: to obtain a
map of the state. Result. “Is not possible.” Brazil, the sublime and
ridiculous, the contrasts! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where else would you, one day, visit one of the most
sophisticated sugar estates in the world that not only grows 7,000 hectares of
the stuff but mills it through a five-mill line up and then refines it for
export... And the next day, encounter a state tourist authority that is unable
to provide a simple map of the state!</span></span></div>
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Grande, the pride of the owner. As I sat with him and his elegant wife, and the
social worker they had employed to help their employees, I could not but glance
at the wall behind them: dangling from an iron spike, prominently on display,
was an slave ball and chain. Oh, the contrasts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">This morning spent at Baptist seminary examining journals
of last century Baptist missionaries. Rather simplistic though see that Taylor,
one of earliest Baptist missionaries, actually notes occurrence of Canudos with
somewhat confused interpretations. But more important was Baptist reports of
the degree </span><span style="color: black;">of intolerance present prior to the coming of the Republic
and separation of State/Church. Repeated reports of attacks on missionaries, of
anti-Protestant moves inspired by local priests, of Bible burnings etc. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Baptists get vitriolic in their condemnation of the RC
church as idolatrous, pagan etc. with numerous references by Taylor to idol
worship in form of saints etc. Today the Baptists have 500,000 followers, as
against 90 percent of 120 million Catholic, which shows the progress...</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My confidence continues to soar. Today's interview with
João Gonçalves de Mello, Recife's foremost historian, was typical. Impressed by
my knowledge of Brazilian history. Ran basic outline of my story against him
and 90 percent stood up without critique!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Realize that aside from the setting, atmosphere I am
getting on the trip and basic groundwork already complete, when I get back I am
going to have to read my way into the fine details of every traveler, every
translation I can lay my hands on. This can be an ongoing process as the book
develops, so that I'll have the background pretty well locked up. And then
comes the “imagination!”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Note: TV reporting Bolivia's 195th coup!</span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><a href="http://erroluys.com/BrazilPage1.htm" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">BRAZIL - The Epic of a Great Nation</span></span></span></a></span></div>
Errol Lincoln Uyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05546483107500998891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040274875825542218.post-60224489222012142542014-04-17T12:18:00.000-04:002014-04-24T18:06:56.256-04:00When Luiz Gonzaga went to sing for Peace in Exu, Pernambuco<div align="left" class="style194" style="margin-top: 0px;">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong>August 3 - 4</strong> I'm sitting in hotel dining room with omnipotent television in corner. Thought: Has TV replaced the Crucifix on the wall?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">There's a report about the </span><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1981/07/20/world/feud-consumes-a-rural-brazil-town.html" target="_blank">"pacification" of Exu.</a> Since 1949 two Exu families, Sampião and Alencar have been feuding. Twenty nine members of both families have been killed.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In an attempt to pacify the situation the Bishop of Petrolina, plus a nationally known singer Luiz Gonzaga and others have traveled to Exu. One of many realties of <em>Brasil </em>1981. <span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">(Throughout my journal, I took to using the local spelling for “Brasil,” a small point indicative of my quest for identity with my subject; here I use the Anglicized “Brazil.”) </span></span></span></div>
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<li><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A universal concern about the land question. From Ambassador Vladimir Murtinho to opposition politician Lima Filho, to student film-maker Ivan Cordeiro, all express opinion that unfair distribution of land is major problem facing the country.</span></li>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A surprising, to me, free expression on political issues. I find extensive discussion of politics across broadest spectrum from Communist to right-wing militarist- </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">authoritarianism something akin to excessive political discussion in South Africa. Symptomatic of a politically troubled, divisive land? </span></div>
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<li><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Among younger people especially, an awakening awareness of a special Brazilian cultural heritage. Particular emphasis on Indian culture and folklore. [NOTE (to myself): These observations relate to the North-East/Bahia and my be considerably different in the South.)</span></li>
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<li><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A growing racial problem not as clearly defined as British or U.S. one, probably more a race/economics problem. Curious to hear, for example, talk of a Brazilian Black Power movement, from Roberto Mattos' friend, Silvio. </span></li>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I wonder why I am occasionally tired? Not so much the physical effort, though extreme humidity can be taxing, as mental absorption of so much detail, especially constant switching from one subject to the next and need to store information under so many categories. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today is exactly four weeks since I arrived in Brazil, the acclimatization/acculturation is over; what strangeness remains is of a local variety — the change of pace from one city, town or village to the next, the change of contacts with people. Broadly, I am beginning to look at this world around me with a sense of familiarity. Perhaps what brings it that much closer is that people, too, are beginning to repeat ideas and opinions, especially contemporary ones. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right at the beginning of my trip, I entered into a rather painful debate with Antonietta about friendship, made painful by what she described as a typically cynical “New York” outlook of making friends only so long as there is a need, a “use” for the other person. The No 1 syndrome. I have been aware of this criticism and have consciously opened myself to people bringing a commensurate response at a personal and professional level.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But there are other factors, too: I have changed my own outlook from a narrow introverted one to that which is, once again, open to the world. I feared I'd never regain this after these past years of what I keep calling mediocrity, for lack of wanting to use harsher, perhaps more concise terms. “Regain,” in the sense of getting back to the days when I was a truly active </span><a href="http://www.erroluys.com/PostSARaceLawStoryUys.htm" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">reporter.</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 'Twas there all the time, waiting for expression, until finally it could not longer be contained and I took the steps needed toward breaking with the past. Courage. </span></span></div>
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<a href="http://erroluys.com/WorkingwithJamesA.MichenerIndex.htm" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Covenant - The Secret History of a Best-Seller</span></a></td></tr>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One thing I will always remember James Michener for: his essay on wasting time, on the fact that at 37 or so, if one is going to make a change, if one is going to realize so much that has been striven and dreamed about — on looking back it's wisest to take only the positive steps toward that goal, to comprehend how each and every move forward, even though some were stumbling, all contributed toward that achievement. So many things past, not understood at the time, all go toward creating understanding and a full person. Anything from one's liberation from SA racism and a deeper value of humanity to liberation from middle-class materialism.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Certainly, I still have a great fear but a healthy one for it isn't negative or nihilistic. It is a realistic fear of the outside forces that challenge one. I can and will do this but people have to realize, especially those closest to me, what a delicate balance is needed to maintain the magic.</span></div>
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Errol Lincoln Uyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05546483107500998891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040274875825542218.post-41771674647029367252014-04-04T12:44:00.000-04:002014-04-04T13:03:43.373-04:00Some thoughts on Racism and Poverty in Brazil<div align="left" class="style194" style="margin-top: 0px;">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What does one on the outside know about monks, cloisters, liturgy, Gregorian chants? Painfully little, so that you are surprised to find that life is very normal. Started at 10:30 and attended various offices with the monks, 1st at 10 to 12, then vespers at 5:30, mass (1/2 plus communion), then <em>completa</em> at 8.00 p.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> Was surprised in talks with Dom Penido and Dom Bruneau to find just how involved they were with the world, though still maintaining aspects of the past as in their cells. Took my afternoon rest in<img align="right" alt="Olinda Brazil Sao Bento Church altar" src="http://erroluys.com/images/sao-bento-altar.jpg" height="196" hspace="20" vspace="20" width="197" /> a cell prepared for me: traditional monastic term for what is really a large room bereft of worldly possessions, a bed, bureau and two chairs. Deeply moved during various services by the chants, psalms sung by choir, the melodiousness of their voices echoing in lofty 1761 church, the intonations reaching deep within oneself.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Today was a great contrast to Saturday's event. First drove with Amalia Correa around Recife and Olinda. I now understand the topography, Tamaraca, Iguaraçu, Pão Amarelo, Olinda, Recife, Guarapes are no longer mere names. I look forward to returning to my books and re-reading material with a deeper understanding.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Saturday night was yet another contrast with Roberto Motta, religious anthropologist and his gay theatre/art friends. They drink like fishes, hug each other fervently, and between this, argue politics.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A dramatic example of this is Recife Yacht Club: To get to it you drive for miles through “Brasília Teimoso,” a favela that started as a squatter camp at the same time as the new federal capital. The streets are pools of filthy water, no sewers, little lighting, a mix of permanent houses and shacks.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have to get out, experience and “look.” U.S.A. has best libraries in the world and when I'm back home I can sit in them for as long as is necessary. Here, I've got to see not pages but people. And the past insofar as one can separate present sights and scenes from what has been.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">First impressions of Recife are grim and I suspect that they're not going to be altered as easily as Brasília. - Met my first Brasília detractor, Edson Nery de Fonseca. He lived there for twenty years, was Librarian of House of Representatives and calls Brasília “a crime against humanity.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">What I've seen of Recife seems to earn that appellation. Whereas we in “developed America” flinch at abandoned dogs and cats, here you have to get used to droves of abandoned children, abandoned people. I remember in Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) some years ago, remarking on the number of people, young especially, hanging around the streets of Bulawayo during work hours: Here was the real “security” risk.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">As anyone who knows me will accept, I am not one to creep into a protective shell. I love exploring a new city by day/night, really “exploring” it and its people. Here, for first time, I feel a need for caution. Step out there, let things carry you along, and I sense real trouble. There are thousands in real need and desperate: One lone “American tourist” is a quick mark. (Like the licensed bandit of a taxi driver who charged me 400 cruzeiros for what should've been a 80cr. ride. Made up for it though, with bus ride x 18cr. = 200 taxi trip to Joaquim Nabuco Foundation.) </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Difficult to believe that twenty-two days have elapsed since my arrival. Have covered thousands of miles, met dozens of people, many beyond the mere acquaintance phase. Toughest part of the trip is breaking fresh ground each time, going through the long introductory phase, establishing credentials. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Got my first glimpse, at Museum of Man in the North-East, of artifacts of the sugar plantations: sadly impressive preponderance of equipment to keep slaves in their place. Worst was a device called "The World Turns” which would make a man into a ball-like figure binding leg and arms.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Anna"(not real name,) a guide at Museum is from one of old families with an engenho (plantation) to the south. She expressed to this stranger all manner of statements about the poor summed up by: “It's the will of God.” The same is said by others in so many places...</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Things like that make me realize just why all my traveling in the past is so important: To write a book <em>for </em>the world you have to know the world. You have to have a comparative base to work from, a benchmark against which you can “rub” your opinions and see how they come up. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Arrive at Uauá to find contact arranged via Antonietta out of town for a week but within minutes his wife arranges for a family friend to take me to Canudos tomorrow.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amusing introduction to Uauá in Hotel Gonçalves run by a mother and her five daughters. As word spreads, I find myself seated at table with twelve women of the town come to observe <em>estrangeiro</em>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>July 25 - July 27</strong>. Two and a half days with no journal entry, through lack of time and place. Earlier efforts on bus inadequate/difficult and besides, observations in the <em>sertão</em> grow predictably similar. Which, in a way, is the point about the sertão: vast, repetitive, soulless backlands, mile upon mile of <em>caatingas</em>, close-packed, mind encroaching. Step into it a few meters from the side of the road and you are lost. It enfolds and absorbs you. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A brief visit to Canudos on Sunday provided as much as I wanted from the "present." There's a danger of getting put off track by too much modernism. I have strong impressions and ideas about <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Canudos/</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ant<span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">ônio </span></span>Conselheiro and my mind relates them to the 19th century. — What I behold in the 20th is a distraction and can only water down those impressions developed from reading and thinking. Preconceptions, if you will. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Nothing, absolutely nothing, to suggest that 20,000 people died in this small valley, nothing to bring back the echo of the small cannon from a nearby hill or roar of "God's Thunderer" from the larger hill beyond....</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, I got what I wanted, a soul-filling understanding of the terrain, of the small towns of the time, of the people. Was surprised by Mrs. Gonçalves (of hotel) reciting word for word a prayer said by an old man who'd survived Canudos. Though few beyond the area remember it, Canudos is very much part of local folklore...</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Within an hour of leaving Brasília, it begins to hit the senses, this “openness” with only the smallest dents of civilization on it. It's curious that with so much land, there should be a chronic <em>possesseiros </em>problem...</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Road is hard-top with “breaks” of red dust. Bus takes them at 50/60 km/h. Overtaking on blind rises, corners, banging across rough stretches: amusement of some passengers, terror of others. Cars with lights on. Vegetation is deep, dusty red, every leaf, tree trunk. Dust curtain for a hundred yards on either side. Windows closed because of dust. Hot! Deviations (<em>Desvio!</em>) left and right. Telephone lines draped on tree branches. Vast ranches. Dust covered Brahmin-type cattle. Road workers waving. Passing vehicles hooting. Long red vein to horizon. Strikes me as one of areas of “last great adventure."</span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img alt="Brazilian backlands Bahia" src="http://erroluys.com/images/OnwaytoUauafromBrasilia.jpg" height="185" hspace="0" width="640" /></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You don't know Brazil until you have sat with its people hour after hour, banging across dusty roads, nose blocked, throat parched, on and on through the day and night. Poverty stricken worker next to me. Says little. Half a tooth on upper jaw. Dust-stained white linen bag with possessions. Dress of same material. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8.15 a.m. Start of true sertão. Green now but you can easily imagine it in a drought. Flat-topped table hills, eroded, red sand. Simple house of mud and palm thatch. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">12.30 p.m. Looks as if trip to first point shorter than expected. A mere 24 hours! Delighted by prospect since glance at <em>motorista</em> in his rear view mirror shows him battling to stay awake. <em>Madre Deus! </em></span></span> </div>
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<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's the guy who gave me the pen. Asks if I want to have a beer. Joined by João Raimundo, fourth year law student who speaks perfect English. Sit talking at outside table, watching people begin to gather outside Palace Hotel. Suddenly town lights fail and we sit in darkness. Lights come on and reveal crowd outside hotel entrance.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I write up these notes, the live disco band is belting out a tune. God knows what time this will go on till. I fear "Lady Di" will make a second appearance at 2 a.m.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If these people can be so easily swayed by their great "Lady Di," how much more by an Antonio Conselheiro! </span></div>
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Errol Lincoln Uyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05546483107500998891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040274875825542218.post-37462595685382463152014-02-05T12:18:00.000-05:002014-02-05T12:29:30.976-05:00 A Giant Leap of Faith in Brasília<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>Brazil </em>- The Making of a Novel - Part 13</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;">The impact is a sensual shock - from vibrant, dynamic, historical Salvador to this futuristic fantasia. Impressions rush at you. This is not Brazil? An attempt to outdo the U.S.A.? It doesn't represent natural outgrowth or mobility of traditional Brazilian society? Orwell's 1984? Kubrick's 2001? A giant leap of faith? Indication of a future Brazil, its spirit homogenized, sanitized? </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;">First “experience” was seeking house of Ambassador Vladimir Murtinho. City is divided/sub-divided/sub-sub divided into quadrants, nothing so messy as telling, colorful street names. You live in Quad X, Block Y, House Z. Planned, no doubt, for easy reference. To my amusement,we are unable to find the house. It's in the Ambassador's Quadrant, No 6. House numbers go 9, 12, 6 ??? </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Marie Eugenie who is driving me around tells of serious social problems of Brasília. High suicide rate, high divorce rate. She has been here three years (from London; husband a banker) and finds the city with the widest open spaces of any to be claustrophobic. Living in this isolated spot in mid-South America with thousands of “functionarios,” government officials. “Two and a half hours' driving to the nearest proper town,” she says! </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;">A modern-day colonization scheme with first-generation immigrants from other parts of Brazil setting up here and having all problems of first generation in a foreign country. Though these arrivals from Rio etc. find it difficult, Marie Eugenie says their children love Brasília. In a generation or two it will have people knowing no other place, no other life style and they will give it spirit.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Yesterday, first work day in Brasília once again showed tremendous response to ELU and <em>Brazil</em>. Dr. Aloisio Magalhães (Secretary of Culture) provided a great reception via members of the Madeira-Mamoré project. After morning with them, Marie Eugenie (Magalhães's secretary) took me over to Ambassador Vladimir Murtinho at the foreign office. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;">Murtinho has been involved with Brasília since its foundation. He is an ardent supporter of the concept and believes that it represented a turning point in Brazilian history. Provided nation with move/incentive/drive toward modernization of the country - from this massive symbolic act everything else has flowed. (Good point, but need to have his opinion on millions left behind by modernization.)</span></div>
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Think I've mastered the way of working here: a 24-36 hour “introductory” process before acceptance “in.” My burgeoning list of contacts who genuinely want to help is such that I'll soon have too many to handle. They're amazed that anyone could attempt so vast a project. “No Brazilian would dare.” - They probably think I'm either a genius or a madman. A little of both? As has been case since arriving, my optimism continues to grow. </div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Nothing on earth could make me believe this could be true: Here, in Porto Seguro, I meet Iva Lee Hartman ex West Virginia, ex-Bryanston/Three Vikings/Bryanston Country Club/Ciro's/my godfather's nightclub, Diamond Horseshoe <span style="color: black;">(places Iva frequented in Johannesburg, South Africa.) </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Curious thing about Porto Seguro is that though this is where Pedro <span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Álvares </span></span>Cabral landed, scene of the “discovery” of Brazil, there is little to mark so momentous an event for the people of Brazil.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">There is a Cross, several in fact, at the alleged landing spot - stark, little adorned, no more. A decadent Indian village - Patachos - around the Cross, selling necklaces, feathered arrows, other trinkets. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Craig Hartman tells me some local townsfolk wanted village moved. I wonder whether they saw irony of the Cross and the ruined people at its feet.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The Cross as symbol of the advent of the Portuguese; the curio-selling favela as symbolic of what the Indians who welcomed Cabral inherited.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Who is correct? I'm told by Antonietta that accepted historical view is Cabrália, not Porto Seguro - which must irritate the hell out of its people, for it's truly depressed compared with Porto Seguro. Cabrália also seems far more noted for relics of an ill-fated French vessel which foundered on its reef. Its “restaurant” decorated with the ship's hawsers, ventilators, life belts etc. </span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Can hardly imagine reaction of the Portuguese who got here first. The magnificent beaches, the groves of palm trees, the hills in the background leaning toward the shore, their heights offering special defensive positions.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">(Back in Salvador) After all my worry about visas etc., Antonietta says I'm fortunate having a South African background. Brazilians do care but know little of apartheid. Show that you do not support that insanity and they're likely to be far more receptive to you than they would be to a North American.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">I've been here ten days and my sense of identification with the Brazilian people grows. They're vibrant, friendly, energetic - a nation imbued with the pioneer spirit. They have a vision that theirs is a nation going places, though the direction is not always clear.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The contrasts between rich and poor, old and new, were initially staggering to me and remain so. But even among the poor, there seems no utter wretchedness: even they have a sense of the potential of Brazil, and thus, hope.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I see this hope in a small self-help program at Porto Seguro and Cabrália: the townspeople have tackled the problem of the <em>abandonados </em>by giving the youngsters jobs as tourist guides. They're taught to lead visitors through the old parts of town. Twenty years down the road, I'll lay a bet, one of them could be running his own tour operation.</span> </span><br />
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