The best coffees there are are those we can drink in those bars we find in bus stations in Brazil. Those served in a little glass usually used to drink cachaça, an alcoholic drink from this country. It doesn't have a wing so the drinker have his fingers burnt if he doesn't take care.
This little coffee is the cheapest contract to own for a while a space on the planet to read a newspaper or watch some of those TVs who cry for all but nobody pays attention.
It is also the radio news more convenient because there we find the gentlemen of enviable Brazilian mood who are always smiling and commenting on the latest news while we are bored of the trip by bus and still trying to mentally organize the long day to come.
The "pingadinho" (Brazilian coffee with a short amount of milk) is the alibi's clerk , the witness of so many traveler that come and go quickly to buy the ticket or catch the next bus. Couples say goodbye and giving those hugs are reunited with the whole body full of will. Children cry, scream, take pats on the butt. Old people talking about deseases and doctors. Bus drivers spit gum and throw some sly joke for the attendants that reply them with a "go to hell!" just written in their eyes.
A cut coffee (Brazilian coffee and milk mixed) is a warm and meditative dive in itself. A therapy that costs $ 1.50, sometimes group therapy. Friends rented and interlaced by a few lines "and that weather huh?" or a "hey, and your soccer team? What was that?".
All of us making the scene of a cold morning in Porto Alegre, Brazil.
