Brazil

Brazil
Brazil. Every time I think of Brazil, I canft help but miss it. There is just something about that place, that makes me long for it. Something about that place that makes me feel as if I were gone from home, even though I wasnft born there, and Ifve only just visited the country. I miss the city. The cars whizzing buy, all the people with things to do rushing around so they arenft late. I miss the food that kept on coming to no end. The breads, the cheeses, and the chocolates that would melt in your mouthcmaking you feel guilty for indulging in something so good.
But, I also miss the other side of Brazil. The side that didnft have good food or new cars. The side that smelled so badly of sewer that it would sting your nose when you breathed in. The side with run down houses, and gravel streets. The side where people had to fight every day to make a living, and babies cried because they were sick of ea...