Thanksgiven, South Carolina

There's place in Augusta Street which is called Padaria Brasileira (Brazilian Bakery).

The menu has the main dishes of all the main countries of the world, just as our cosmopolity, but it is the size of our pockets. It is delicious too.

It is good as our taste (we like the foreigners). You can take anything from the fridge such as yogurts and galoons of milk and have along with your own cereal brought from home at their restaurant.

The donuts and cakes from the delicatessen can also be eaten at the restaurant.

Why is this place called a bakery must be because everybody knows that the bakery is the Brazilian second home.

The place is opened 24 hours per day, except monday nights and the tv channels go according to the Brazilian weekly habit.

This place should be called "Welcome to Brazil!" If this was USA 1776, it could be called: "Thanksgiven, South Carolina!"

(You'll see that blacks don't work at restaurants in Brazil and not because we are working elsewhere. They have the government give us tests to work for them in the public department so that we will have jobs. And if you can speak fluent English, your other co-workers have people they know to call you at the work place, for you to be the only one able to answer because it is in English, and as you solve their "issues" they make a plot among them to speculate whether you are saying good or bad things about them. If they decide you are a bad eprson they might call the mental ambulance and the police department for you at the same time considering that once they can't understand what you say you might as well be insane, just like during the dictatorship militar period. Let's change this? Let's say no to ambulances hunting artists and jornalists, who are the real reason why the country makes a difference?)

Thais

(O texto é de saudade por causa do Frank)