More than Boris Johnson, perhaps, only Bolsonaro is enjoying himself. The English lights up in the ruins, the Brazilian in the streets – preferably crowded. English is in love, Brazilian is for sale. Boris divulges, Jair propaganda.
After the parade on Friday, in the streets of central Rome, where he was stopped and chased and applauded by his emigrant compatriots, and then served by a grocery store from which he accepted everything except grappa, the Brazilian president took another bath of crowd in front of Castel Sant’Angelo, stealing the show from a street musician who was there to play the obligatory Blowing in the wind (you know how it is, the repertoire of en plein air artists in …
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