Night of Sunday to Monday Feb 25 I start to dread the moment in which tiredness is going to win the battle and make me lie down on those filthy chairs. It´s very cold, but even so, the prospect of using the slimy blankets is not at all attractive. Five officers are in the night shift, and feeling bored, they pass time kicking "disgusting Chinese", cursing "stupid niggers", threatening "filthy latinos". Our uneducated officers are unable to articulate three consecutive words without using the "F.." word, and we spend the night immersed in this sea of racial prejudice, brutallity, violence, arrogance and cowardice. A curious note : our cell had two immense posters hanging on the walls. Look at that one was a huge map of Brazil, and the other was a picture of Ouro Preto, an historical city in Central Brazil. Both seemed to convey a silent, but eloquent invitation .....
Monday Feb 25 13:00 hrs After the worse 30 hours of my life, two armed officers escort me to my plane ( Varig flight RG 8837 ) and deliver my passport to the stewardess. They set guard by the plane door until take off. Just a last minute humiliation I guess....
Tuesday Feb 26 07:30 hrs I arrive tired, but immensely happy in Cumbica International Airport, in SP. I call my girlfriend Sarah in Belo Horizonte. After her recovery from the initial shock and the necessary explanations I invite her to celebrate our unexpected meeting with a trip to Ouro Preto, of course!
Monday Feb 25 13:00 hrs After the worse 30 hours of my life, two armed officers escort me to my plane ( Varig flight RG 8837 ) and deliver my passport to the stewardess. They set guard by the plane door until take off. Just a last minute humiliation I guess....
Tuesday Feb 26 07:30 hrs I arrive tired, but immensely happy in Cumbica International Airport, in SP. I call my girlfriend Sarah in Belo Horizonte. After her recovery from the initial shock and the necessary explanations I invite her to celebrate our unexpected meeting with a trip to Ouro Preto, of course!