“Muita saudade de você”, she exclaims with arms open and a cigarette in hand coming out from the kitchen in the one floor villa in Jardim Sao Bento.

“I’ve missed you”, she says and gives me a hug.

She takes me by the arm and let me know I’m coming with her for chat in the backyard.

And as I think about Brazil and how I used to talk about Argentina, Abba and food with his mother whilst she was smoking, I realise I miss her much more than him.


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