I'm finally real! |
Sunday was election day. In this part of the country, most had hoped for a different outcome. The huge majority here in Sao Paulo had been holding their breath that the tides would change. It was interesting, as an American, to watch an election where every vote counts... It makes the results all the more striking. The tightest race since 1989, Dilma won by a majority of 1.64%, or 3,459,963 votes, in a country with a population of 200 million. Now, to put this in real perspective: 5,219,787 people voted NULL. They could have swayed the whole election! A record 30,137,479 people abstained from the vote this year, despite the obligation, in protest of both candidates.
In São Paulo state, the capital of which (Sao Paulo city) accounts for the largest chunk (20%) of the country's total GDP, 10% of the country's total population, and also employs more people than any other locale in the country, Aécio took 64.3% of the vote.
On the other hand, the 40% of Brazilians across the country whose households (not individuals, entire households, people!) bring in under $700 a month (!!!), voted overwhelmingly for Dilma.
Don't we have the same two sides in America? It's the ultimate question of modern economics. Trickle down or bottom up? I feel torn. But one thing I know for sure is this: Brazil isn't doing well, not even here in the economic center. We feel it daily when we buy food at the supermarket or ride congested buses and trains. The stark inequality here makes me feel for that 40%. But what they need are jobs. Good jobs, well-paying jobs. They need a decent, public education in order to get those jobs. The economy needs to grow. Cities around the country must become more attractive for businesses and educated job-seekers. Life in general needs to become more affordable. Transportation networks need to be fixed, improved, or put in place altogether. I may not have a say in their elections, but I nonetheless want the best for my adopted country. I want to see Brazil wield its massive potential.
We heard the news of who won while on the road, driving home from Floripa. We stopped to get gas and to glance at the TV. I've never been on the road during a presidential election in America, but I just can't imagine road trippers and truckers and gas pump attendants crowded around a rest stop TV to hear the results.
Sampa is overtaken this week by disappointment and fear of what the next 4 years will look like, and those wanting to jump ship, Fernando and I included. In a time when you have access to the entire world, be it by the internet or air travel, the "grass is greener" syndrome is viral. (And especially acute in a developing country.) We discuss almost daily where we might have a higher quality of life--Brazil or the States. The jury is still out. But on a perfect sunny, breezy day such as this, it's hard to picture us waking up happier anywhere else. Ok, maybe jusssst if I could see the ocean from my bedroom window...
The Dramamine Effect. |
Eros on drugs (just dramamine!), asleep on my shoulder. |
Sampa is overtaken this week by disappointment and fear of what the next 4 years will look like, and those wanting to jump ship, Fernando and I included. In a time when you have access to the entire world, be it by the internet or air travel, the "grass is greener" syndrome is viral. (And especially acute in a developing country.) We discuss almost daily where we might have a higher quality of life--Brazil or the States. The jury is still out. But on a perfect sunny, breezy day such as this, it's hard to picture us waking up happier anywhere else. Ok, maybe jusssst if I could see the ocean from my bedroom window...