I have fallen in love with Ailton. Cesar the drum man is sat talking to me. I was trying to understand bits of what he said when Ailton walked by. I hope his not jealous. Cesar thinks I am fluent. I managed to work out that God Dicatates the world along with him having a new telephone number. I have got Portuguese class with Olivia in half an hour and I am sure she is going to tell me more about her stream of brazilian boyfriends and her thirst for red wine. Drum man is now stroking my hand to a chorus of gun shots. He has invited me to see him play on Sunday and Saturday. The pain of being lost in translation is only going to get worse as tomorrow I face my biggest challenge yet. Cinema Nosso opens it doors to the young people of rio and somehow, someway, I have to be of some assistance.
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