The secret is: go out at night.
That’s when your eyes will work. That’s when you’ll be able to move your body. That’s when the sweat on your skin won’t seem desperate; it will seem passionate, and strangely natural. Listen to me - talking as if I’m a natural. I suppose I am a natural. I’ve certainly sweat a lot (not that anybody’s measuring that for me). I’ve been coming to this bar for fifteen years now - about as long as I’ve been able to drink. I know the place, I know the people, and that pretty much means I know everything. About this bar, that is. When it’s night-time, there isn’t a better place. And when it’s hot, trust me - you don’t want to be anywhere else.
Now look - you will have your places. The places that you think are worth your time, the places that you quietly think are, without a doubt, the best places in the world. Even if you don’t admit this to yourself, you have to admit: you do keep going there. You do keep ending up in that spot. Why? Because - like it or not - that’s your place. And this? This is my place.
It’s a pretty standard bar, for people who live here. For people who don’t live here, well, I guess it’s interesting. Who knows how they see it? They probably notice the cool air, the fading concrete, the yellow, plastic chairs. I’ve forgotten how it feels to notice these things (I must admit). I’m only thirty-two. What I notice, now, are the other tables. The tables filled with faces that, apparently, one day, became old enough to order a beer. I notice their conversation; their loud voices, the way they say brand new things in the same old way. I notice the barmen, and I notice the way they walk. I notice the faces of my friends, and I notice the way they tell their stories. I suppose this is what I enjoy here, really. This is my place, and I know what to notice.
It is a good place to disappear. In fact, I take back what I have just said. What I like most about this place, frankly, is that nobody notices me. I am just another man, sitting in some group, that is in some way or another getting happier, and that will, in some way or another, pay for its drinks at the end. It’s all amazingly normal, to me. And what of it? I could leave - I really could. I make a good salary, and I’m one of those lucky people who’s still in love with his wife. But I know people here. I know almost everyone here - good people. People worth knowing. People who will sit with you for hours and try to make you laugh - those kinds of people. So why leave? I’m nobody to anyone, and somebody to everyone. There’s no point going away when you already know how to disappear.
Yes, it’s hot now, and the scene is a little different. I notice there’s more beer on the tables. The conversation is a little louder, fuelled by fiery people who’ve spent the whole day in the shade. Everyone is sweating, and my table is a mess of dirty cups and cigarrettes. One thing that hasn’t changed, of course, is that I’m here. Watching Theo talk his usual nonsense, listening to the same music I’ve heard played here a thousand times. Staring at the white, faded concrete. Laughing whenever they say something funny… I don’t know. I don’t even feel that hot. I just feel like laughing, really, and I don’t feel like going anywhere else. I feel like I might be invisible, in that perfect kind of way, and I feel like somebody has told me some strange kind of secret.
Caralho, I guess that this is just my place. I don’t feel too hot, but besides that, really… what do I know?
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Temperature difference between northern Norway and Southern Spain last week was more than 60°C.
If it does not get hot in some parts of the world and cold in other parts then we really are in trouble and it is all natures way of keeping animals, people, plants, jungles, ocean etc alive. Yes, some years shall be a bit hotter/colder and that has been the same all the time in my 70+ years! Can you trust the POLITICIANS/MSM/CLIMATE FREAKS etc as they are all bought by the WEF/SATAN GATES/WHO/UN evil cult and some shall be making money out of it!? More than ever the last four years the old saying FOLLOW THE MONEY RINGING TRUER THAN EVER!