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São Paulo. The gringos are finally doing it to each other.
In Latin America we have a very specific feeling this evening and there is no polite English word for it.
It is not joy. Nobody wants this. It is the feeling of watching someone finally do to a rich friend what they have done to you for a century, and hearing them use the same word for it that you were told was a conspiracy theory when it happened to you.
In Brazil we have a saying that when two elephants fight, the grass suffers.
Nobody ever told us what happens when the elephant fights itself. We are all just standing in the field watching and quietly checking where the exits are.
Six weeks ago people here made jokes about the gringos fighting each other.
Nobody is joking now. My mother asked me last night whether the missiles can reach here. They cannot. She asked anyway.
That is what this month did to the world. It made everybody's mother ask.