It’s not my favourite place on the globe, not even a place where I could imagine myself settling down for an extensive number of years. But somehow this place seems to be good for me; no other place I’ve ever visited can make me feel beautiful in the way the marvellous city and the samba country can. And despite long working days, after been working in the city for a couple of weeks again, my blood pressure is lower than it’s been in years. Maybe I just need to get my head around to that it might actually be a place for me after all.
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