July 17th, 2016. It is 2:50 PM, and I am going to a city where I have never been before. I’m on the road in a car going faster than 140 kilometres per hour listening my great friend’s playlist that contains all of ten “Preludes, Opus 23”, and all of six “Moments musicaux, Opus 16”, by Sergei Rachmaninoff – both. Then I realise I immerse myself in some kind of deep silence just thinking and writing this post mentally while so many views are passing by outside of the transparent glass of my window. The place that waits for us is called Santo Antônio de Pádua, and it is a municipality located in the north-eastern part of the Brazilian state of Rio de Janeiro. This city’s population was 40,589 (2010) and its area is 612 square kilometres. I will be a Jehovah’s Witnesses’ guest, and I am a bit concerned about it because I am atheist and I do not know what they think about it, or how they treat people like me. I want to be a good guest because my mother taught me great manners, although she taught me to be myself as well. Socializing can be very stressful to me. For now, I really need to go to some toilet, and then, eat something I like. A pear-shaped, deep-fried chicken filled croquette, perhaps. It definitely would be good.
Thanks for waiting. Now I can continue this trip. That small savoury snack that I mentioned before is called “coxinha” here in Brazil. It is delicious. You must try it. I have three more hours until my hosts’ house, and starting for now, I will be the driver. I will be back after some anthropological experiences in there.
Hello. I am back. We arrived at 8 o’clock in the night. My friend’s aunt and my friend’s grandmother were waiting for us with some juice and snacks. The grandma recognized me after a couple years and it made me content because she is 92 years old, and she is a bit sick. We talked and laughed. Then, after two hours, my friend’s uncle and my friend’s cousin sister arrived from the Jehovah’s Witnesses’ temple. My friend’s cousin sister is very beautiful, polite and a little shy. She is single but only men of the same religion can date her with parents’ consent. I think she looked like shy in front of a strange man because she was avoiding looking directly in my eyes. Often she moved out looking towards the ground. To be honest I think she is a male chauvinist religious daddy’s victim. She lent her bedroom to us, and it was very nice. Her behaviour towards us showed how she thinks and feels about guests. My friend’s uncle is a distinguished man. He clearly is the person in charge of his family. He is serious but kind, very gentle. He used to monitor my eyes directions, especially when his daughter was close even when she looked towards nowhere. In this evening, nobody spoke about religion. We had a magnificent dinner, a good shower and a perfect bed. Tomorrow I will walk a lot to broaden my horizons and to know some points of interest. Maybe take some pics.
Hello! Good morning! It is ten o’clock on Monday, July 18th. A beautiful morning waits for me outside this cosy house. I will write to you later. By-ye. (It was little gay – by-ye. Whatever, it is ok; I am not prejudiced against this matter.)
Are you still here? Ok, thanks. I am a bit tired. I walked around this whole city. In my path during 3 or 4 hours, I passed by along 6 kilometres of amazing views. Raul Veiga Bridge, Pomba River, The Centre of Psycho-social Attention that stays in a small island that is called Sociability Island, a stunning sunset, milk-shake, “churros” (I do not know its name in English.) and a delicious salad for dinner. I will show you some pics at the end. Be patient.
Before my departure the grandma gave me a magazine called The Watchtower (Sentinela, in Portuguese). According to Jehovah’s Witnesses, The Watchtower shows us the significance of world events in the light of Bible prophecies. It comforts people with the good news of God’s Kingdom and promotes faith in Jesus Christ. I heard my friend’s uncle talking about it until the goodbye moment. My friend told me I was able to accept annoying behaviour without becoming angry and also, that I was the most patient atheist in the whole world. I do not think so. In spite of my atheism, I owned to the most respectful comportment to my great host. After that, we left and came back to home in God’s peace.
Now I give you the photographs. Thanks for reading.