walking gives the sweating man a bit of ventilation. but walking ofcourse causes sweating as well.
if the sweating man walks, he provides himself a whiff of ventilation, but the excercise makes him sweat.
if he stops walking, eventually he will stop sweating, but only after the outburst of sweat, caused by the lack of ventilation, has passed.
the sweating man goes into the bank. he does not need cash. he is not going to open an account. he just stands there and stares at the map in his guidebook. he knows where he is though, so he puts the guide away. he looks at the leaflets in the bank. mortgages, poupança (what the hell is that?), internet banking. nothing that concerns the sweating man. he hums a little tune. watches his cell phone; nope, no new messages. the sweating man sighs and leaves the bank. 'man!', the sweating man thinks, 'this bank had an even better airco than the previous one. i must remember this bank'.
the bus is not moving forward, which means no ventilation, which means the sweating man is sweating. he stares outside. 'i wish i was that man', thinks the sweating man. 'that man over there, carrying that heavy bag in the full sun. carrying it on his shoulder, touching his cheek, balancing it with both hands. that heavy heavy bag full of ice'
the sweating man´s dilemma 2: to sweat and sleep or to sleep with the noisy fan on - that is the question.
the sweating man likes ipanema. he likes the shops there. he does not even have to go into them. if only he walks closely passed the entrances, he can feel the cold airconditioned air streaming out onto the pavement.
if he would walk any slower, the sweating man would stand still. and still he is sweating. not fair.
the sweating man´s dilemma 3: to dance and sweat or to not dance and still sweat?
the sweating man wants to point out the church.
'look people', he wants to say. 'look a church.' and then point at it.
'there. that is a church. right there. yes, it is a church. that building is indeed a church. let me point it out for you. just watch my finger. there, i am pointing right at it. over there...'
just to get some fresh air under his armpit.
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