Portugal is an amazing country. It has magnificent weather, beautiful beaches, great tasty food and a peaceful people. Just like Brasil. We's so peaceful that we allow the current changes to transform us into a copy of our brothers across the Atlantic. There will come a time in which we'll be walking to work (I might as well sleep at school) because we can't pay for the fuel; we'll be planting vegetables in our backyard and in the city's varandas because we can't pay for a proper meal; we'll be watching films at home through the national channels because everyone will have to skip private television. There will come a time in which going for a walk in linha de Cascais will be as risky as trying the Calçadão in Brasil; in which going to Chelas or Amadora will be as unthinkable as entering a "favela". Still, the Portuguese won't burn tyres in the streets nor go on strikes to pressure our politicians (who, as Eça de Queirós said "precisam de ser mudados como as fraldas, pela mesma razão"). The Portuguese have priorities. At the moment, the priority is the European Championship. Because if we win... everything stays the same, and we can go on being as peaceful, poor and dum as we've been for the past years. However, there will be a big PARTY, our country will be known as the Brasil of Europe, and then we can also say that besides speaking as they do, having their writing and samba schools, we also play football as they do. I might as well start practising my samba moves for next Carnival or there will come a time in which I'll be deported.
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