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  • “Are you Muslims, or sympathize with Islam?”. “No, well, yes, it’s interesting”.

    That’s what that small town guy we had just befriended said to us as we came into his dining room. A Kaaba drawing in lieu of the Last Supper was something quite different to see in a Brazilian traditional home. It was a bit strange to eat being watched by a stone, particularly if the householders don’t know why the stone is there. I never thought that a reader of Henry Miller would have a Kaaba drawing on the wall, but that was exquisite, maybe. He was a nice guy we met in a pet shop and voracious reader.

    His young wife was telling me how to bone a chicken while Leonardo was learning with him about Ubuntu – the wonderful freeware derived from Linux, besides other Brazilian free OS named Kurumin. Some laughs were coming from the room while the girl and I talked about her butcher father, in the kitchen.

    Some weekends were the same, ladies talking about butchery and heavy drinking family reunion, and Leonardo having trips about the strange Operational System that ruled their planetary computer. And the spinning was going mad.

    “He showed me how the men have never stepped on the Moon”. What?? ”The American banner should be frozen on the Moon, but it was trembling in the photo, and the Moon doesn’t have atmosphere to shake the banner that way. Et cetera, et cetera. And forget about E. T.: what there really is are I. T. – Intra-Terrestrial inhabitants who come to surface or enter into the planet through holes in the Poles, and they are centuries beyond us, teaching Humankind the real civilization and controlling the planet from where it matters: from within. Do you like her cooking?”

    “Well, she’s nice... I’m never really sure that she washed the cups properly. You know there are flies all around, and the invisible roaches we can just feel. She just thinks that the “Kabaa” drawing is getting dusty and fatted in the dining room, but there’s no problem if it’s a bless to their food. Ah, the market will have rice offer and she told me the butchery will have 30% off on bovine pieces from her dad’s supply, but only in the next day so we can visit them twice”.

    “Do we need rice? Rump? Steak? Boned chicken?”.

    “No, I said, you just need to take back those Henry Miller books that dad gave me. God only knows what will come from inside that book according to that master of freeware!!”

    (Vessel from Mochica Culture in Peru at
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