I was born from a family of farmers, in the arid northeast of Brazil, where a train passing through tons of cotton bales and passengers migrating to the south of the country was eagerly announced daily. These are the best memories I have of my childhood summer vacations back on my maternal grandparents’ farm, where everything was produced by subsistence, from the food to the clothes we wore. In fact, our friendships were also shaped by pure subsistence, as there were not many people to connect with there, and we had to hold on to loyalty and altruistic gestures. At the end of the summer, I returned to Rio de Janeiro, a charming metropolis with forgotten and ignored architectural beauty. It bothered me to see the neo-classical buildings being called decadent, old, and out of fashion, being demolished, replaced by concrete blocks with windows!
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