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05:02 (hora de Oslo) recebo um sms, que transcrevo:

"Friends... I have never been so gratefull for having a tv. I am actually seeing this. I never doubted and so I feel that my faith again proves to be working. If Obama can, we also can. Let's change our history..."

Não consigo mais dormir. Desperto o meu marido:
- Babs, babs, congrats.
- Why?
- Obama has won.
- Ah? Oh! Congrats to you too.

E assim comeca o meu dia, cheio de esperanca, nao pelo que Obama alcancou, mas pelo que a sua vitoria significa num mundo (político) até agora pre-definido!

Sinto o ar gélido da manhã bater no meu rosto, sorrio. Sinto o cheiros dos bolos da lojinha do lado, aconchegantes, e vejo as caras dos traseuntes na rua, de alguma forma brilhantes e cheias de alegria, sonhos e esperanca... Ou vejo a minha propria cara reflectida nos muitos outros?

Sometimes we are happy

As I cross the street on my way to the morning rush, I see a parked taxi, right in front of one of the few opened stores, namely a convenience store.

Doors wide opened, and loud music coming from the interior of the vehicle, I think for a second that it is almost like back home... The music even sounds like xigumbaza (chi? shi?)...

From the other side of the street my eyes and soul meet this image of a mentaly disturbed brother dancing! Just loosing himself and dancing. No compromise, no fears, not a sign of his mental problems!

Amazing: Just him and the music! And for fisrt time I see a smile in his face.

My heart smiled!