Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Entry 111 7.9.11

Entry 111, July 9th, 2011, 11:02pm (GMT +2)

Earlier today, just before flag parade . . .

I'm standing next to a silent, hulking giant of a man who is holding a Brazilian flag. I'm holding the Turkish flag. He seems new, so I decide to strike up a conversation.

I point at his flag, and then look up at his chest.

"Nice, man. You know, I bet you could even pass for a Brazilian guy."

His head swivels around towards me. I can practically hear the gears grinding in his neck.

"I . . . am . . . Brazilian."

His head turns back with a click. Awkward silence.

"Ahh. Well, that's probably why."

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