Crash

On the day before yesterday, an aeroplane crashed in the middle of São Paulo, after it had tried to land. It seems that the vehicle slided on the wet airport track, crossed the avenue beyond the airport and hit a building, where there was stocked a great quantity of inflamable material. Fire everywhere. The heat in the place reached 1000ºC, according the rescue staff. About two hundred people died. A real tragedy.

On TV, a middle-aged, blonde, blue-eyed gaúcha gave an interview, telling that she lost two daughters and her mother in the disaster. How can one express this pain?

Do we have to be afraid of flying? Who can guarantee that we are safer on ground, in a violent city like this? Or that we won't die with any deadly disease, like cancer, or some rare illness, for wich cientists haven't yet created a cure? Or that a plain won't fall down on our heads, like happened this time? Even a lightning can strike anyone of us, it happens many times in Brazil.

We aren't more than ants marching, carrying grass leaves on our backs, and hoping that no bug, tamandua, rain, fire or boy shorten our short lives up or, if it happens, be our executioner merciful, ending our lives with a precise finishing stroke.

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Sun shone again in São Paulo, after almost a week. It's so good to live in a sunny country, how we do. Gray days are depressing.
I have a studentship test on saturday. That's for a preparatory school for diplomacy career test, wich happens in next january, probably. It needs determination and a great effort to win this challenge. But someone believe in me, and I won't let Him down.