The Favelas

The Favelas

18 de septiembre del 2016

Nobody likes them, but The Favelas are still there

I cannot help it; I visited them tonight, when I finished at the Olympic Park. I have been in two of the best known,Rocinha and Vidigal. I did not come alone, my driver-guide- guard angel Linoaldo went with me. This poor dear guy makes a little bit of everything and a lot of nothing.

When I hired him, neither he nor I could imagine, that four days after meeting each other, we would have a walk at the favelas one night, sharing one of the memories, which will inerasably remain for all my life….and surely his. Maybe, mixed with the chronicles of the Paralympic games, I must write about sand, volleyball, cocktails…

What is normal when you travel to Rio de Janeiro, is to rest in any of its beautiful beaches, enjoy the gastronomy, and other activities the city offers, but my inner curiosity decides for myself, making me live “moments” that are but “which anybody sees” …and talk about them. Last night, at the top of the Favela Vidigal, sharing one of the most beautiful images, that I will take with me from Rio de Janeiro, I asked Linoaldo if he was still going to treat me as a tourist, and maybe it was because of the tension while we walked across art of the favela or maybe because of the surrealistic character of the situation, that we started to laugh without being able to stop. It was for me an unforgettable ‘moment’.
unnamedA lot has been said about the Favelas in Rio de Janeiro. Together with the Olympics, they filled the headlines in the media. “Favelas” and Olympics in the same headline calls the attention of the audience for sure, sometimes I wonder up until what point the information is manipulated to all the interest, because after what I saw yesterday night, I sincerely do not believe it has been a massive accommodation place for the tourists attending to the games of Rio 2016.

I have researched a little, surfing on the net, getting to find videos of the peace that can be breathed in “these communities”. If you do not mind I will describe my night walk, it is possible that each reader senses differently, I only know that I was there, that I look at the eyes of hundreds of people who I passed by, women, men, elderly people, children and teenagers.

We arrived at Rocinha around 21:00. Here, sun sets around 18:00 so that at that hour, there was little light, only and very scarcely, some light bulbs, which illuminated the main streets. Rocinha is located quite near the Olympic Park, it is the largest favela, not only in Rio de Janeiro but, from the whole south America. A main street crosses going up the whole community. Along it, many forks lead you within, the sight gets lost among small businesses.

A square meter there can be a supermarket, a hairdresser’s, a pizza place, a motorcycle garage, a butcher’s, a dentist, a greengrocer’s and above all it’s chaotic, without order or logic. Pretty clearly, it can be guessed that the Favelas, are self-sufficient, independent from the world outside, in their disorder they may find everything they need. I notice the chaos in buildings and businesses.

When I observe the houses, the unhealthy conditions stand out, dirt beats your sight, it does not matter where you may look at, it takes up everything, the facades, windows, doors, chairs…In a kind of porch with two chairs and a small table (some of them made out of plastic boxes) are the common characteristics of the “houses”, “bars” and “stores” that I find there. My sight unavoidably stops in empty containers and dust bags building mountains in the corners.

On the other hand, the odour is a mixture between burned fuel of the motocabs, litter piled in the streets, hot dogs, fry-up from the minibars…During the brief walk through Rocinha, my eyes crosswith the ones which stare at me and study me, because although I want to go unnoticed among these people, it’s impossible, I’m in their area, and when I go pass them, without words they ask, “What are you doing?” With that same look that invites me to go away.


Lindoaldo and I walk towards the car, the noise of the Favela has also impressed me: motocabs horns, car honks (few dare to drive due to the lack of space), music I do not know where it comes from, voices and loud conversations, which fill the street. Shocked when we get to the car and I ask him to visit another. Rocinha even has a coach line, I have seen it around, other are so narrow that nor is even transport able to go through.

We head to Vidigal and it’s 22:30. We arrive at, what years ago was considered the most dangerous favela, however nowadays; Linoaldo says it has been “pacified”. Right at the entrance at Vidigal I note differences that I will describe another day. Here there are Pacifying Police units (PPUs), which even stop us in the middle of the way, carrying machine gunners…

I have to finish for today, just let me say that I reached the top of Vidigal, making the last stretch on foot, as it is not possible to go by car. From there I gazed at one of, as I said in the beginning, the most beautiful images of my life. There I laughed nonstop. We left Vidigal at 24:00. I leave this chronicle open; these have only been a few brush-strokes…

A hug,

Maica Rivera

Article published in Euro Mundo Global


2 thoughts on “The Favelas

  • 24 agosto, 2017 at 12:15

    Guten Morgen Maica, ich übergebe Dir heute wieder die Aufgabe zu übersetzten, im Moment finde ich die Ruhe dafür nicht. Ich liebe es, von Dir zu lesen und freue mich für Dich, daß Du die Dinge über die Du schreibst, gerne tust.
    Ich zum Beispiel kann mein berufliches Leben nicht mit meinem privaten verknüpfen, denn es hat überhaupt nichts mit mir selbst zu tun. Keiner wird mir glauben, wenn ich sage, daß ich die letzten 8 Jahre täglich mit diesem Geschäft konfrontiert wurde … wirklich…
    Du wirst nun denken, wenn man sich nicht identifizieren kann, muß man ganz einfach aussteigen, aber Verluste in dieser Dimension kann man in meinen Jahren nicht einfach so geschehen lassen.
    Mittlerweile zähle ich die Tage und nun die Stunden, und glaube es mir, ich kenne die motivierenden Sprüche alle.
    Als Optimistin sage ich mir jedoch immer wieder, vielleicht hat mir diese extreme Erfahrung noch gefehlt, um meinen Traum vom Leben wahr zu machen, und ihn zu bewahren!
    Wie immer umarme ich Dich in Gedanken Vera

    • Maica Rivera
      25 agosto, 2017 at 11:26

      Liebe Vera, du musst eine starke Frau sein. Verantwortlich für die Verantwortung eines Unternehmens ist anstrengend. Ich kann dir nur sagen, dass du immer noch so starke Frau bist, du entscheidest, was du entscheidest und was auch immer du tust. Diese innere Kraft wird dich glücklich machen. Eine große Umarmung.
      Maica Rivera


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