Wednesday
On Wednesdays I wake up at six thirty.
I wake up to the radio blasting energicly(?). The sound, something I do not look forward to, composed generally of stuff I don’t really like at all. But it’s ok. It is still dark out, the street lights are lit and the sun is waiting for me to take a shower and rush outside, plunge into the blueness of morning. I don’t eat breakfast. Instead I just wash my face, drink water, grab a coat, leave. Parede is very still in the morning. It makes me want to run out and catch it, but I don’t…I’m too hungry for that now.
I get to the station at 7:15 and buy bread.
I notice how people in the early morning arrive like rain normally does. First one or two silently alone walking slowly, then three more little drifters, and suddenly there is this huge crowed of people out of nowhere without you realizing not only how the hell they got there without you noticing but also how come so fast. They are all unusually quiet - like they would be if someone they loved was sleeping on a bed near by, or something, - I am quiet too. I am one of them, part of the rain, and in truth we are all one inch away from being sound asleep.
I eat my bread sitting on the “corrimão”. Rosa arrives at exactly 7:24. I climb down and walk towards her. We walk as if we were strangers as if we’d pass each other by unnoticingly. And then she gets a hug from me, I get very sweet kisses on my cheek from her, which would have made me blush if I weren’t so sleepy.
Afterwards in the train we discuss random stuff, sounding like we're the most awake persons in that “carruagem”.
Now we are walking in Santos, through old dirty streets which have the royalty of morning sun light in all its..self…on the calçada and on peoples faces. We go up and start spoting the first students. We look inside the old looking cafés and shops and continue our conversation We are talking about Rosas boy”s”.
Then Eduardo shows up and joins our walk…he doesn’t say much, (which is not like him at all). Then checking the time we have twenty minutes before school, and that means... “Sr. Barros”.
Sr. Barros is the owner of a very little shabby café/tasca/almoço near school. He is also the only person that waiters there. Every tiny free time between classes means a trip to Sr. Barros for us. “Us”, which I’m so recently and so timidly becoming a part of now. Us is Rosa, and me and Eduardo and Hugo and Claudia and Sara C.. Sara is late though. Rosa asks for a coffee and swaps jokes with Sr. Barros. He is an old man with a great sense of humor. Hugo has this mini-playstation-cellphone-thing with a screen as wide as a palm and he gets all excited about the madonnas’ concert in Lisbon which he attended and can be seen on the screen of the thing.
8:35 Can’t find the bloodly classroom. To get to it we don’t go through the main entrance where all the razzmatazz and general caos of loud small people is, no, but around the school building (the oldest damn school in the country : )!!) the door is in front of the old GNR police.
My class is composed of 4 people including me. Me, Beatriz and Laura (who have to be named together since they don’t take a pee without each other) and Sara. Laura and Beatriz are very nice girls. They knit in classes because they have a business of selling hats and notebooks and térérés and stuff in school. They attended andanças and love Naragonia and acordeons, hihi and the have a huge "clothes" sense without being exuberante or "fashionable" .
The teacher is the best! He talks about Russia and US and China and shit going on in the world saying how in the real world you survive by being good and that is why we should all have said we expect a 20 in the end of the year and not a little 15 (with a nicesmile on hisface). He is clever and funny, always smiling and comparing geometry to real life and speaks to us as pals without sounding paternalizing. At the same time he looks like he really knows his stuff and he is for real. Every concept he gets a funny way of talking about it. We are discussing the most simple definition of a circle. I disagree with something and he says “I see you want undress me” and removes his belt giving me an end, in order to form my impossible circle by walking around him, him holding the other end and explaining stuff.
10:35 I’m walking along to Oficinas with Sara.
I have never seen, by far, a female being as beautiful looking as she is. But I only think about it really the next day. Sara rehearses in one of the best teatros in the country. She rehearses at night every single day until 1 in the morning. The play she’s in premiers Friday and the movie set in Serra da estrela soon afterwards. Although she "does what she wants" she is also a very nice and a cool person and a good listener and funny when she "lets" you know her a bit more.
Lunchtime is great, talking about films and actors and actresses and so on with hugo and sara. I end up not going to history where I said I'd meet Rosa.
Now I’m on my way to alcantara. On a normal Wednesday supposedly we'd go to the videotec to watch a film together (me Amandine and Sara Ruas). You don't pay anything, and there are all these movies to choose from except you have to watch them there, but that is a part of the experience too. However Sara is spending the day in a famous hair saloon “prostituting” her hair for a magazine in exchange of money (later that night she will say she regrets it and is very sad, but her regrets will fade the next day) and Amandine is at home, so I go alone. I choose a film called the summer of Victor Vargas, which is a very easy movie (but that was what I was needing then) and head home on the train again…
summary of the rest of the day: ~
bying paints, writing letter in kyalami(and consuming cookie and guaraná), sending letter, working on the computer "trascrevendo" interviews(horrible), going to soccer practice with amandine (and realizing we are old and have to practice on another schedual with adult 1st division pro women...) going to miguels house and smoking hooka, eating grape cheesecake, sending toques to Chloe to see if I could call her. eating more grape cheesecake alittle bit sad, sleeping soundly again..
I wake up to the radio blasting energicly(?). The sound, something I do not look forward to, composed generally of stuff I don’t really like at all. But it’s ok. It is still dark out, the street lights are lit and the sun is waiting for me to take a shower and rush outside, plunge into the blueness of morning. I don’t eat breakfast. Instead I just wash my face, drink water, grab a coat, leave. Parede is very still in the morning. It makes me want to run out and catch it, but I don’t…I’m too hungry for that now.
I get to the station at 7:15 and buy bread.
I notice how people in the early morning arrive like rain normally does. First one or two silently alone walking slowly, then three more little drifters, and suddenly there is this huge crowed of people out of nowhere without you realizing not only how the hell they got there without you noticing but also how come so fast. They are all unusually quiet - like they would be if someone they loved was sleeping on a bed near by, or something, - I am quiet too. I am one of them, part of the rain, and in truth we are all one inch away from being sound asleep.
I eat my bread sitting on the “corrimão”. Rosa arrives at exactly 7:24. I climb down and walk towards her. We walk as if we were strangers as if we’d pass each other by unnoticingly. And then she gets a hug from me, I get very sweet kisses on my cheek from her, which would have made me blush if I weren’t so sleepy.
Afterwards in the train we discuss random stuff, sounding like we're the most awake persons in that “carruagem”.
Now we are walking in Santos, through old dirty streets which have the royalty of morning sun light in all its..self…on the calçada and on peoples faces. We go up and start spoting the first students. We look inside the old looking cafés and shops and continue our conversation We are talking about Rosas boy”s”.
Then Eduardo shows up and joins our walk…he doesn’t say much, (which is not like him at all). Then checking the time we have twenty minutes before school, and that means... “Sr. Barros”.
Sr. Barros is the owner of a very little shabby café/tasca/almoço near school. He is also the only person that waiters there. Every tiny free time between classes means a trip to Sr. Barros for us. “Us”, which I’m so recently and so timidly becoming a part of now. Us is Rosa, and me and Eduardo and Hugo and Claudia and Sara C.. Sara is late though. Rosa asks for a coffee and swaps jokes with Sr. Barros. He is an old man with a great sense of humor. Hugo has this mini-playstation-cellphone-thing with a screen as wide as a palm and he gets all excited about the madonnas’ concert in Lisbon which he attended and can be seen on the screen of the thing.
8:35 Can’t find the bloodly classroom. To get to it we don’t go through the main entrance where all the razzmatazz and general caos of loud small people is, no, but around the school building (the oldest damn school in the country : )!!) the door is in front of the old GNR police.
My class is composed of 4 people including me. Me, Beatriz and Laura (who have to be named together since they don’t take a pee without each other) and Sara. Laura and Beatriz are very nice girls. They knit in classes because they have a business of selling hats and notebooks and térérés and stuff in school. They attended andanças and love Naragonia and acordeons, hihi and the have a huge "clothes" sense without being exuberante or "fashionable" .
The teacher is the best! He talks about Russia and US and China and shit going on in the world saying how in the real world you survive by being good and that is why we should all have said we expect a 20 in the end of the year and not a little 15 (with a nicesmile on hisface). He is clever and funny, always smiling and comparing geometry to real life and speaks to us as pals without sounding paternalizing. At the same time he looks like he really knows his stuff and he is for real. Every concept he gets a funny way of talking about it. We are discussing the most simple definition of a circle. I disagree with something and he says “I see you want undress me” and removes his belt giving me an end, in order to form my impossible circle by walking around him, him holding the other end and explaining stuff.
10:35 I’m walking along to Oficinas with Sara.
I have never seen, by far, a female being as beautiful looking as she is. But I only think about it really the next day. Sara rehearses in one of the best teatros in the country. She rehearses at night every single day until 1 in the morning. The play she’s in premiers Friday and the movie set in Serra da estrela soon afterwards. Although she "does what she wants" she is also a very nice and a cool person and a good listener and funny when she "lets" you know her a bit more.
Lunchtime is great, talking about films and actors and actresses and so on with hugo and sara. I end up not going to history where I said I'd meet Rosa.
Now I’m on my way to alcantara. On a normal Wednesday supposedly we'd go to the videotec to watch a film together (me Amandine and Sara Ruas). You don't pay anything, and there are all these movies to choose from except you have to watch them there, but that is a part of the experience too. However Sara is spending the day in a famous hair saloon “prostituting” her hair for a magazine in exchange of money (later that night she will say she regrets it and is very sad, but her regrets will fade the next day) and Amandine is at home, so I go alone. I choose a film called the summer of Victor Vargas, which is a very easy movie (but that was what I was needing then) and head home on the train again…
summary of the rest of the day: ~
bying paints, writing letter in kyalami(and consuming cookie and guaraná), sending letter, working on the computer "trascrevendo" interviews(horrible), going to soccer practice with amandine (and realizing we are old and have to practice on another schedual with adult 1st division pro women...) going to miguels house and smoking hooka, eating grape cheesecake, sending toques to Chloe to see if I could call her. eating more grape cheesecake alittle bit sad, sleeping soundly again..
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