finally the trip to Brazil will be even more "in hard" than expected, I already go to sleep without knowing where it was necessary that the airline had m'ammener (VARIG) went bankrupt a few time before my departure and the sudden arrival at Charles de Gaulle ... no plane! Instead the company offers me a nice flight on August 1 with a stopover in Frankfurt in Teutonic and a stopover in Washington amerlocs, all arriving in Sao Paulo 30 hours later. Life is beautiful and everything is grace. With a stop of 5 hours I'll be able to get a glimpse of the America that we hear so much about but finally we know little. And then frankly I'm not disappointed, all the cliches are confirmed:
- Americans are big, big vaiment
- their pretzels are great and really not bad (salty, hyper hyper oiled hence the remark just above)
even if it is true that those present at the airport are not representative of Americans, they must be worse for real!
My journey continues until my final destination in business class!
Shortly before arriving in Sao Paulo I wake up and the window has offered me a sad spectacle: the wooden huts spreading out of sight.
J'aterrissais finally in Brazilian soil, this land that my ancestors walked 500 years ago, thinking to arrive in Heaven, I now know the crowd that now in some place in Brazil is hell!
I'm still busy myself with a more urgent concern, I do not know where to sleep tonight ...
