The next day I left for Manaus with Regi in the small boat. Saying goodbye was not easy, and as some of Regi’s sisters didn’t know I was leaving until I said goodbye, with a lump in my throat. “but why?”, they asked. It was complicated. They had hoped I would stay there always, and that felt good, but of course I had to go and in the end they all understood. Regi’s mom cried however. We got to Manaus late, so after grabbing XSALADA sandwich (an extremely popular Brazilian hamburger with cheese, ham, lettuce and tomato, sold on every corner for a dollar or two) at my favorite place, called “African café” (even though there was nothing African about it), we spent the night in the most dodgy hotel ever. It was strange, cause, I’d
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