It sounded like a sewing machine laughing in the distance. Machine gun. I looked at the enourmous rock, and remembered there is a favela on the other side of it, where it is easier to climb it. That is less than a mile from Copacabana beach. But it has been twenty years since I actually was an bystander to a true shooting. No one died that day at the bus I was in, or even outside it. You can call that a civil war, if you want. But you are a guest in Rio, and some people, like me, have actually READ descriptions of TRUE civil wars, so we call it crime, just like in New York City.
The best sound award goes to M*A*S*H. It shows people talking over each others' lines, just like in real life. MY real life, anyway.
You want fries with that.
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