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levityWritten Nov. 17, 2010. Left in the notebook in the hopes that I would repent. Oh well.
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He likes telling people about that time he went to Brazil, one day when playing professional football was something that happened to other people. He took a plane to Rio and waited in line for a taxi and took a stab at his phrasebook Portuguese in an accent that had clearly never been adapted to any other language save Italian. The sun burned red on the insides of his eyelids and his right knee screamed at him when he tucked one thin leg into the back of the cab and the humidity in the air was so thick he could almost taste it. Or something like that, because it was summer in Brazil, and when the driver gave him a sharp glare and kept giving him the sharp glare he should have figured out what was going to happen next, but he tried giving the name of his hotel again anyway.
The driver didn't let him finish his sentence. "Paolo Rossi?"
Yes. Well, what else could he say?
He ended up having to limp a long part of the way to the hotel, the limp having been because his knees hadn't agreed to his being physically thrown out of a vehicle, and then being physically thrown out of a moving vehicle ten minutes later, and then hitting the sidewalk after dodging various other moving vehicles in an attempt to get off the road. The limp was made easier by the fact that his suitcase was still in the trunk of the first cab he had boarded.
It was the best vacation he ever had.
("Are you completely insane?"
Paolo held the phone away from his ear till he was sure Cabrini was no longer trying to scream it off. "If I was, I wouldn't say so."
"Brazil." Paolo marveled at the degree of amazement Cabrini managed to express in two syllables. "I always knew you had a death wish, but Brazil?"
"I don't do things by halves."
Cabrini laughed. Paolo decided there was no point suppressing a smile no one would see anyway.)
Note: Paolo Rossi really was kicked out of a taxi in Brazil when the driver found out who he was. If you were Brazilian you would likely have done the same thing.
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He likes telling people about that time he went to Brazil, one day when playing professional football was something that happened to other people. He took a plane to Rio and waited in line for a taxi and took a stab at his phrasebook Portuguese in an accent that had clearly never been adapted to any other language save Italian. The sun burned red on the insides of his eyelids and his right knee screamed at him when he tucked one thin leg into the back of the cab and the humidity in the air was so thick he could almost taste it. Or something like that, because it was summer in Brazil, and when the driver gave him a sharp glare and kept giving him the sharp glare he should have figured out what was going to happen next, but he tried giving the name of his hotel again anyway.
The driver didn't let him finish his sentence. "Paolo Rossi?"
Yes. Well, what else could he say?
He ended up having to limp a long part of the way to the hotel, the limp having been because his knees hadn't agreed to his being physically thrown out of a vehicle, and then being physically thrown out of a moving vehicle ten minutes later, and then hitting the sidewalk after dodging various other moving vehicles in an attempt to get off the road. The limp was made easier by the fact that his suitcase was still in the trunk of the first cab he had boarded.
It was the best vacation he ever had.
("Are you completely insane?"
Paolo held the phone away from his ear till he was sure Cabrini was no longer trying to scream it off. "If I was, I wouldn't say so."
"Brazil." Paolo marveled at the degree of amazement Cabrini managed to express in two syllables. "I always knew you had a death wish, but Brazil?"
"I don't do things by halves."
Cabrini laughed. Paolo decided there was no point suppressing a smile no one would see anyway.)
Note: Paolo Rossi really was kicked out of a taxi in Brazil when the driver found out who he was. If you were Brazilian you would likely have done the same thing.
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