My feelings towards spending the end of the year in Albatroz were inexistent. I haven’t been there since my great grandma passed away. Unofficially, it’s a beach for retired people. Nowadays Imbé has some nightlife, but I bet Albatroz remains the same one-street town with the total of one grocery store and one “pub” where old people go to drink. It was a semi-habitated beach called Albatroz, tiny town on the outside of another so-so beach called Imbé. It was made of wood, with two Brazilian hammock posts, and a whole lot of grass for the dogs to run. Never liked the number seven much.Īs broke Brazilians from the south, we celebrated Christmas going to an ugly little beach an hour and a half away from the capital, where my great grandpa had built an ugly little house that was falling apart. All I wanted was for Christmas to go well, for us to go through New Year’s Eve, and then my birthday would finally be there, once and for all. I was going to turn eight, so you see, the end of the world was at the bottom of my concerns. The world was going to end in the turn of the century.
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