Last week, the PT president, Jose Genoíno, one of President Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva's right-hand men,
was due to be driven to a TV station for an interview. He forgot his comb and went back to his apartment to get it.
During his absence, three gunmen hijacked the car and held two of Genoíno's staff hostage for an hour, before
releasing them and escaping with the car, bank cards and cellular phones. Police believe it was just a routine robbery
and the chances are that it was, but cases like this always make one wonder. A year ago the PT mayor of Santo
André, in the Greater São Paulo, was robbed in similar fashion although he was shot dead by his assailants, a crime
that has never been solved. What would have happened had Genoíno not forgotten his comb?
A couple of years ago I seem to recall a film was released called something like "White Men Can't Dance". I
am not so sure of this, but I can tell you one thingPaulistanos can't perform
capoeira. I saw a display by some local clubs last week in Ibirapuera Park, which was so bad that even the performers' mothers would have refused to
applaud. Although there was a huge park full of greenery to choose from, in typical São Paulo native style, the
performers held their show in a car park. (A touching tribute to the Paulistano's love affair with the motor car. See Traffic Trolls.)
It was strange to see a group of about 30
capoeira performers, virtually all of whom were white. Two of
them (descendants of wandering Celts?) even had red hair. There were also no bare chests. Perhaps the performers
were afraid of catching a chill in the São Paulo winter where temperatures plunge as low as 20 degrees centigrade
(68° F) sometimes.
Rippling muscles were also in short supply since these locals are cosseted from the cradle to the grave by
doting mothers, girlfriends, wives and maids and have never done a bit of physical labor in their lives. Instead of
flashing displays combining martial menace and artistic choreography we could almost hear the joints creak as these
would-be Bahianos lumbered around. The accompanying "music" was so bad that one jogger approached a park
warden and complained about it.
When I made these comments to a local the reply was typical: "These
Bahianos are only good at capoeira
because they are lazy and have nothing better to do than hang around the beach all day dancing and drinking." Lucky
Most of us unfortunates who inhabit this monstrous megalopolis would probably cite the traffic as the main
problem facing us in our daily lives. Millions of cars and trucks clog the streets and highways, polluting the air, spewing
out noxious gases, crunching gears, making noise and generally causing stress to drivers and pedestrians alike.
Gridlock is the name of the game and there are no longer any traditional rush hours. You can confront a massive traffic
jam at virtually any time, even on Sunday mornings.
The authorities have tried to a little, but they are not serious about tackling the problem. Neither are most
motorists who love their cars more than their wives.
For example, a systemknown as the
rodízioby which cars with certain letters in their license plates are
banned from the roads between certain hours once a week is reluctantly accepted by most people and ignored by a
significant minority. Not only will these selfish drivers set out in the knowledge that they are unlikely to be caught,
but some will blatantly cover their license plates with a piece of cardboard.
There are also a large number of cars and trucks which are unfit to be on the road and are a danger to
everyone. They are bashed and dented, with the lights falling off and bearing no plates. Every evening, large numbers of
wrecks like these trawl the streets to pick up paper refuse. I have never seen one with lights on, nor seen a policeman
or employee of the CET traffic security service stop one.
Driving through red lights, the wrong way up one-way streets, parking on the pavement, stopping on
pedestrians crossings, meeting any complaint with abuse is the norm. Non-motorists (like me) are non-existent and have
no rights. In fact we are invisible to most motorists who would literally knock us down and drive off if we were not
People like us rely on public transport which is another stressful experience. Attempts are being made to
improve the traffic flow on a main highway in my neighborhood by restricting two lanes to public buses. This would
reduce the traffic flow enormously and help tens of thousands of people (most of them poor) who do not have cars and
cause a little discomfort to the motorists. However, a big campaign is underway to try and have the plan dropped. The
fat cat drivers don't give a damn about their fellow citizens and feel they have the God-given right to have the roads
Light in the Darkness
If you are in Sampa, take a tip from me and visit an exhibition in the Pinacoteca art gallery. It is called "Viva
a Vida" and presents 56 marvellous drawings and paintings by the
Pernambucana artist Guita Charifker. She
specializes in watercolors of Brazil's exuberant plant life. Some of them are just wonderful and make you feel you
are sitting in the midst of Paradise. I prefer those which concentrate on the plants and flowers, but the exhibition
also shows works with a more mystical element showing figures and faces emerging from the trees and
landscapes. In a strange way, some of these mystical paintings are reminiscent of an artist from a completely different
climate and eraGiovanni Segantini (1858-1899) whose paintings of the Alpine landscape and lives of the peasantry in
the Engadine Valley of Switzerland are simply inspiring.
It is such a pity that Charifker's sparkling works are on exhibition in an underground corridor next to a
collection of revolting virtually pornographic photographs. There is no catalogue, but you can buy a book which, although
pricy at R$ 70 (US$ 23), is well worth it. I am planning to have some of the paintings framed and once they are on
the wall, sit in front of them with a
caipirinha, the color of the lime and
cachaça reflecting the paintings, and listen
to some music, perhaps Toquinho's lovely song "Aquarela".
You can access some of the paintings at
www.vejinha.com.br . There are also a number of sites about Segantini
including www.segantini.it and
Guess who might be coming to Brazil?
Ooh la la. Top frock designer Jean Paul Gaultier might come and visit us.
Zut alors! According to the gossip
column of the Estado de S. Paulo newspaper, any visit will depend on whether the catwalk king can reorganize his
agenda, which is apparently overloaded because of all those important fashion shows in Europe. However, a person who
has spoken personally to Monsieur Gaultier says the Great Man will do the impossible and come here because he
"adores" Brazil. We cannot wait.
John Fitzpatrick is a Scottish journalist who first visited Brazil in 1987 and has lived in São Paulo
since 1995. He writes on politics and finance and runs his own company, Celtic Comunicações
www.celt.com.br, which specializes in editorial and translation services for Brazilian and foreign clients. You can
reach him at email@example.com
© John Fitzpatrick 2003