Do you Mr.Jones?

Referred as “post-modern little masterpiece” by some brasilian critics, I believe it’s something more than just artwork. It’s definitly something political like West vs. East.

A chinese guy turned around and smiled at me, I smiled back, putting two thumbs up I said to him: China will win, which was stupid, really stupid, ’cause China didn’t play that day.

Voice Recorder, File 2

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Mr. Jones talks 02

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reading a poem

Voice Recorder, File 1

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Mr. Jones talks 01

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talking about the past

The Taxi Driver told me that he cannot make a U-Turn there, but I insisted which made him much more angry. I can’t help it, sometimes I want things to get done fast. I was about to hit him on his head, but then all of sudden he stopped and shouted at me that I should leave the cab at once and do my U-Turn by myself. I got out and did it by myself, who needs you, I shouted after him. People were staring at me.

She said, she would clean it up. I said that she doesn’t have to, because the water flows down itself. She smiled and turned her back to me, because she didn’t understand my broken Chinese.