italo-disco. though i might reveal that in a later moment.

the point that really got me was “I’m Finnish. Did you think I’d be supporting Russian aggression?”.

in the end, it’s nato-stan all day long. tired of this.

I don’t think there’s anything that I eat that couldn’t be served to anyone else. Even some particularly Brazilian dishes, such as cooked cassava or corn couscous with milk and butter are pretty much vanilla compared to some other local dishes which I dread - such as buchada (a brazilian haggis, made with rice and goat offals), sarapatel (just the cooked goat offals) or chouriço doce (a reduction of sugar, spices and pig blood).

surely having a low self-esteem is worse. life goes on. why bother over that one single log when you’ve got all the forest to explore?

in addition to my native brazilian portuguese, i’m fluent in english and basic to intermediate level in spanish and french. i can understand and speak roughly some german and russian too (started the courses, but never finished). my objective is to someday learn both german and russian up to intermediate level, and then go for some arabic, mandarin, kongo, nheengatu (an old creole language that mixed tupi-guarani and portuguese) and esperanto.

seems like someone is making a jazz solo in the war drums set.

you’ve just described every decent public health system in several countries, many of them not really rich, such as brazil.