The Adam Boy

CHAPTER 3 - BEGINNING

"Bummmm" .... That was the only noise, of the only fireworks that happened at the turn of the year. It was not the best beach on the São Paulo coast, but I went with the famous saying in my mind to please me "the place who it is the companies ". It worked!

At the time of the fireworks display, I was with only four friends: Bruno, Dani, Lário and eccentric Jair. The other three who went with us were on the neighboring beach. The sand and the beach sidewalk were full of people from all over the state of São Paulo and even from outside. People drank, in the most desperate way I have ever seen. It looked like the world was going to end the next day and they were making the most of it, and making sure they were going to die drunk. When it was five to midnight and the year was going to turn, everyone was already getting ready. It was the entire coastline in a vast patch of people wearing white, always with one or the other who has no common sense or felt ridiculous wearing another color of clothing where the occasion calls for white; there was one in red there,

"Five" ... Countdown has started ...

"Four" ... The year was going to end and I was going to enter a new one where everything was going to be new, everything was going to change. New plans, new ideas, new directions ...

"Three" ... The excitement was total. Everyone expected the beach to light up with its fires and bombs.

"Two" ... Some people already plugged their ears to the bursts ...

"Ummmmm" ... "BUMMMMM". Just it!

The silence on the beach was total. Where it was to be taken by the noise of the bombs, the silence was suffocating. Some people looked at each other, others kept their ears plugged with their fingers, some still laughed looking at the sky.

"There will be more fires, isn't there? Asked Lário, who was also looking at the sky as if he expected a UFO."

"Clear!" - I said, even without knowing what I was thinking.

Almost a minute had passed and the silence on the beach continued, but this time with whispers in parts. Nobody understood anything.

"Ah ehhhh! Happy New Year!" - a lady was heard talking loudly and greeting the woman who was beside her in a hug. With the cue, all the rest of the crowd returned to the person next door and started to hug and kiss, always wishing the best wishes of the year that had just come with just one bomb in their honor.

Everyone smiled and some were happily moved by the affection received. The frustration, and even the lack of understanding of fireworks, was put aside and in a harmonious celebration because the year had started five minutes ago.

Still on the beach there was a stage with a samba show, which we didn't stay at. Our friend Jair, when I described him as eccentric, was no accident. He had already drunk more than ten cans of beer. He is the one who, when he gets home, the first thing he does is open the fridge and get more beer. On our first day at the house when we went shopping, the first thing he put in his cart were the dozens and dozens of cans. He was drinking all the time. Even when we woke up your coffee was the drink. Everyone drank coffee or milk, or even juice, but he always opened a can and drank it with the greatest taste I've ever seen in someone drinking something like that. But the problem was his need to take sharing with someone. He always asked someone to help him, as if it was necessary to help him for such a task.

Dani and I already wanted to go back to the apartment, we were tired and it was after two in the morning, which for Jair and Lário was still early. But before we came back Lário and Bruno decided to stop at one of the most boring amusement parks I have ever seen in my life. There were almost no toys, and the ones they had were as abhorrent as the park itself. It was very pathetic to see a scene in which Lário, long and thin, went with Bruno, super white, in a toy in the shape of a cart, which only fit two people and of course the two went together. Then, the small vehicle made an uphill climb so that the two stood with their legs up as they climbed. I was more and more doubtful about what was more silly: the designer of the stroller or the two of them with their legs up in an almost pornographic way. When the toy reached the top, it descended at high speed. It was seven seconds of pure waste of money, waiting and shame on others. And they came all smiling as if it had been the greatest adventure of their lives.