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Writing for the sake of writing

I have always believed that writing for the sake of writing is just a form of intellectual masturbation. I deeply believe that there could hardly be anything creepier when it comes to journalism and in general to creation of a written product than this type of creative self-sufficiency.

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The antidote to Miami's vice

The antidote to Miami's vice

A LOT of things are available in Miami. I took a short walk from the hotel and every kind of vice was on offer. Strip joints, video rooms, bong shops, hookah, bars, restaurants, clothes, jewellery. Whatever your pleasure. It's here. And more often than not it's accompanied by a giant picture and someone offering a special discount.

On first impressions, it doesn't seem like a well-behaved town. (Boston, for example, is a well-behaved town. The place is well-dressed, considerate, refined, with excellent table manners.)

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An American passion called baseball

An American passion called baseball

Brazil is all about football – or soccer, as you call it in United States (I don’t know why). Many, many Brazilians go crazy with those 20 men running for 90 minutes after a ball with the only purpose to kick it inside a goal, while other two men in opposite sides of the field try to avoid this fate.

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From the Twin Cities to the Queen City

I had got accustomed to life in the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul. The warm hospitality, the nice summer weather, an occasional ice cream cone at Izzy’s, pizza at Davani’s, shopping at Super America or the nearest Target, hanging out with my host families, playing football [soccer] every Saturday with a group of Ugandan residents, lectures in the Roach Centre at the University of St. Thomas, van rides to different destinations and of course my cosy apartment. Life was good and simple.

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Minnesota nice

Minnesota nice

This is my first visit to the US. Everything I knew about this country was what I saw on television or what I read in books. But thanks to the World Press Institute fellowship, I have the opportunity to see it first-hand. Before I came here, I stereotyped Americans as people who don’t give a damn about foreigners. After all, many Americans are expatriates. How wrong I was that I actually feel a bit embarrassed.

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