brazilians are truly unlike anyone else. maybe the argentinians and americans themselves are similar to them in many regards, albeit always aggressively pushing towards self-destruction or carried by the zeitgeist into commiting the worst imaginable nonsense in the name of stealing god's heaven to earth.  the brazilian, on the other hand, seems like a creature mostly at peace with itself and with this imperfect reality. in the turn of the 20th century, when brazilians got a few books from autistic french philosopher augusto comte, some frenchified brazilians tried to implement his philosophy in the form of a radical progressive industrial state (like a brazilianesque great leap forward), yet the many intellectuals at the time lashed out at the peaceful and lax nature of the brazilian, who could not be bothered with the illusions of the virtuous managerial state or the greatness of industrial society. famously, brazilians in rio revolted because they did not trust doctors and refused to take the vaccine. being brazilian ultimately means accepting that modern society is but a concrete jungle: where once our ancestors heard the laws of the seasons and of the animals to find their prey and survive, we now abide and bend the laws of civilization and of the powerful for survival. being brazilian means understand that the world is evil at its heart and evil should always be expected, yet never practiced in the name of any cause besides one's survival. 'please don't judge me, you don't pay my bills,' is the motto of the brazilian, who tacitly acknowledges through this statement that i. life is precious enough to require sacrifice, ii. that survival is never a given, iii. that we are all we have in this hostile world, so we must be kind and compassionate to our fellows. this is no utopia and shall never be. yet, somehow, we are fine with this.    brazilians are the type of foreigners who leave. many are returning from canada, call it 'gay russia'.
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