You've been leading a very funny life, Castelo!
That's the only way you can live... This with a single occupation: leaving the house toAt certain times, going back to others, it's boring, don't you think? I don't know how I got myselfheld there, at the consulate!
You get tired; but, that's not what I wonder about. What amazes me is thatyou have had so many adventures here, in this imbecile and bureaucratic Brazil.
Which! Right here, my dear Castro, you can find beautiful pages oflife. Imagine that I was a teacher of Javanese!
When? Here, after you got back from the consulate?
No; before. And, by the way, I was appointed consul for that.
"Tell me how it went." Do you drink more beer?
"I drink."
I had just arrived in Rio and was literally in misery. livedrun away from boarding house to boarding house, not knowing where and how to earnmoney, when I read the following advertisement in Jornal do Comércio:"Need a Javanese language teacher. Letters, etc." Well, I said herewith me, there is a position that will not have many competitors; if i dazzledfour words, I was going to introduce myself. I left the cafe and walked the streets, alwaysimagining myself a teacher of Javanese, earning money, riding a tram and withoutunpleasant encounters with "corpses". Insensibly I went to the LibraryNational.