This anonymity won’t last…I mentioned this weekend that the most fascinating thing about being a refugee, not an ex-pat, not an immigrant, in chaotic Rio is that I have no past….no future….just this present moment. A state I have only imagined in all of my affirmations, all of my studies, all of my travels. During lunch today I went in a different direction, chose a different route and BAM! right there on the marquee a couple of doors down from my office in that other direction was this:
We Have to Talk about Kevin. Hmmmm.
Have heard about this movie…all I know is that he is a weird kid….and did something bad. Okay, I challenge myself to uncover just what he did that was so bad that they made a movie about him with his name in the title and stepped, unannounced, into my life….in Portuguese! As I always say: “Hell-nohhhhh. This is MY movie. Step Off!” My movie promises to be more interesting….and loving. Fofinho.