My paper's thesis was on the pre- and post-capitalistic linkages between the drug cartels and the civil society of the slums, but the man I was interviewing was stubbornly acting rather too much like my stupid MBA-obsessed brother.
"It's a business," the man said, finishing his coffee with a hint of impatience. "You look for ROI, that's all."
"But you do fulfill the functions abandoned by the Brazilian state in the slums," I pressed on. "Health, defense..." He shook his head and said nothing. As a last resort, I went for soccer. "I know you fund all those soccer schools. That means you act out of a shared culture, a..."
"Do you know how much you can sell a good soccer player to an European club for?," he interrupted me.
I blinked.
He smiled, looking through the window at the favelas we could see covering the hills. "There's going to be a good crop this year."
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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Where is the fiction in those lines ??
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