It’s  saturday evening. Walking home and still have that sound and rhythm in my ear. After four week in Brazil I saw the first original samba band this evening for the first time in a small bar in Santa Theresa. If you don’t know it, you wouldn’t go there. Out of every corner  of the bar you hear some tambourine, a rattle,  clapping. Every now and then someone new comes and joins the band. And the whole bar is singing and dancing…