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Passei entre 1983 e 1989 olhando para esse lugar mais que qualquer outro talvez. As sacadas do primeiro andar do pr\u00e9dio onde eu morava no Cosme Velho davam de frente para Casa de Machado de Assis. Me lembro de na \u00e9poca ser uma pizzaria, as vezes \u00edamos l\u00e1 comer uma pizza, meu universo naqueles anos era o Cosme Velho, estudava na escola ao lado, o Col\u00e9gio Sion, fugia da velhinha francesa que morava no Largo do Botic\u00e1rio, ia ao S\u00e3o Judas, ao Cristo Redentor, mas era esse quase todo meu universo entre 1983 e 1989. Quando volto ao bairro em 2022, no lugar havia um caf\u00e9 chamado Capitu Caf\u00e9, e uma placa que ali vivera Machado de Assis. Da velhinha francesa, ou seu Largo do Botic\u00e1rio, restou um empreendimento da Accor que me hospedei, soube ent\u00e3o que aquela engra\u00e7ada e solit\u00e1ria senhora que corria atr\u00e1s de mim, recebera ali at\u00e9 Walt Disney, que ali plantou uma arvore. Sobre o “Bruxo do Cosme Velho” fui ler alguma coisa muito mais tarde.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Talvez a tarde mais interessante daquela sacada do primeiro andar, do Edif\u00edcio Palazzo Di Reggio, apartamento alugado por quase uma d\u00e9cada do Embaixador Celso Amorim, tenha sido um evento no Col\u00e9gio Sion do Rio de Janeiro, a vizinha de cima conta que estudou em internato no Col\u00e9gio Sion de Petr\u00f3polis, eu estudaria depois no Col\u00e9gio Sion de S\u00e3o Paulo, onde foi fundado o Partido dos Trabalhadores, mas nessa \u00e9poca, entre 1983 e 1989, onde para mim at\u00e9 minha dislexia \u00e9 mais evidente, e mais exigente que era o Sion do Rio do que o Sion de S\u00e3o Paulo, breve, custa para apenas em todo o processo de escolariza\u00e7\u00e3o at\u00e9 o terceiro colegial apenas um ano a mais para regredir das muitas anota\u00e7\u00f5es espelhadas, at\u00e9 no Sion de S\u00e3o Paulo pela primeira vez ser escolhido por toda classe para ilustrar a capa do jornal da escola, ao contr\u00e1rio mas a perfei\u00e7\u00e3o, que demos o nome de “Brincando e Lendo”, mas ao epis\u00f3dio daquela sacada do primeiro andar do Palazzo Di Reggio de Celso Amorim. O pr\u00e9dio todo estava empolvorosa, nunca havia se visto em todo o Cosme Velho tal aparato de seguran\u00e7a. Em instantes vi chegar, em uma limousine acompanhado de carros de seguran\u00e7a com metralhadoras, aquele que acabara de receber o Premio Nobel da Paz, o Arcebispo Desmond Tutu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Era engra\u00e7ado para mim porque naquela tenra idade, ver as coisas dessa perspectiva, ali de casa, em frente a escola, era muito comum. Mas para meus irm\u00e3o, seis e dez anos mais velhos n\u00e3o. E nisso nessa tarde que eu tenho n\u00edtida lembran\u00e7a de parar todo o pr\u00e9dio tal o grau do aparato de seguran\u00e7a, ainda que eu fosse muito pequeno isso grava na mem\u00f3ria da gente, como escrever e desenhar tudo ao contr\u00e1rio tamb\u00e9m \u00e9 uma mem\u00f3ria renitente da fase, meus irm\u00e3o enfim chegam em casa do Col\u00e9gio Sion do Rio de Janeiro, tamb\u00e9m quase em frente ao pr\u00e9dio onde mor\u00e1vamos, ao lado da Casa de Machado de Assis, e outra bobagem ficou gravada em minha mem\u00f3ria. Jo\u00e3o Mauricio, meu irm\u00e3o dez anos mais velho, ria muito de meu irm\u00e3o Marcelo, seis anos mais velho, pois ele fez quest\u00e3o de driblar todo o esquema de seguran\u00e7a, e sentou no colo de Desmond Tuto. E os dois se zuavam ao chegar, e aquele dia ficou fixo na mem\u00f3ria, desde de o instante que Palazzo Di Reggio de Celso Amorim em frente, parou para v\u00ea-lo passar. Mas ainda sobre o “Bruxo do Cosme Velho” ganhei uma primeira edi\u00e7\u00e3o “Helena” e “Casa Velha” em livro ainda colado de folhas de jornal onde era publicado, de uma amiga apaixonada por literatura, que eu apelidei de “Maga Patal\u00f3gica”, e ela me apelidou de “Lord Byron”. Talvez porque muito mais tarde, na adolesc\u00eancia t\u00ednamos l\u00e1 h\u00e1bitos estranhos, como deixar todas as luzes da casa apagada, e ir escutar Led Zeppelin no telhado, comendo favos de mel e tomando cerveja.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Between 1983 and 1989, I spent more time looking at this place than perhaps any other. The balconies on the first floor of the building where I lived in Cosme Velho faced the Machado de Assis House. I remember it being a pizzeria at the time; sometimes we’d go there for pizza. My universe during those years was Cosme Velho. I studied at the school next door, Col\u00e9gio Sion, I’d avoid the old French lady who lived in Largo do Botic\u00e1rio, I’d go to S\u00e3o Judas, to Christ the Redeemer, but that was almost my entire universe between 1983 and 1989. When I returned to the neighborhood in 2022, there was a caf\u00e9 called Capitu Caf\u00e9 in its place, and a plaque saying that Machado de Assis had lived there. Of the old French lady, or her Largo do Botic\u00e1rio, all that remained was an Accor development where I stayed. I then learned that that funny, lonely lady who chased after me had even received Walt Disney there, who planted a tree there. Regarding “The Wizard of Cosme Velho,” I only read about him much later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Perhaps the most interesting afternoon on that first-floor balcony of the Palazzo Di Reggio building, an apartment rented for almost a decade by Ambassador Celso Amorim, was an event at the Sion School in Rio de Janeiro. The upstairs neighbor recounts that she studied at the Sion School in Petr\u00f3polis as a boarding school; I would later study at the Sion School in S\u00e3o Paulo, where the Workers’ Party was founded. But at that time, between 1983 and 1989, when even my dyslexia was more evident, the Sion in Rio was more demanding than the Sion in S\u00e3o Paulo. In short, it only took one more year of schooling to regress from the many mirrored notes until the Sion in S\u00e3o Paulo, where I was chosen by the entire class for the first time to illustrate the cover of the school newspaper, a story we named “Playing and Reading,” but that episode on the first-floor balcony of Celso Amorim’s Palazzo Di Reggio\u2026 The whole building was in an uproar; never before had such a security apparatus been seen in all of Cosme Velho. In moments, I saw the arrival, in a limousine accompanied by security cars with machine guns, of the one who had just received the Nobel Peace Prize, Archbishop Desmond Tutu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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It was funny to me because at that tender age, seeing things from that perspective, there at home, in front of the school, was very common. But not for my brothers, six and ten years older. And it was on that afternoon that I have a clear memory of the whole building stopping because of the level of security, even though I was very small, it sticks in one’s memory, just as writing and drawing everything backwards is also a persistent memory from that phase. My brothers finally arrived home from the Sion School in Rio de Janeiro, also almost in front of the building where we lived, next to the Machado de Assis House, and another silly thing was etched in my memory. Jo\u00e3o Mauricio, my brother ten years older, laughed a lot at my brother Marcelo, six years older, because he made a point of bypassing all the security and sat on Desmond Tutu’s lap. And the two teased each other when they arrived, and that day is etched in my memory, from the moment Celso Amorim’s Palazzo Di Reggio across the street stopped to watch him pass by. But still on the subject of the “Wizard of Cosme Velho,” I received a first edition of “Helena” and “Casa Velha” in book form, still bound with newspaper clippings from where it was published, from a friend passionate about literature, whom I nicknamed “Maga Patal\u00f3gica”, and she nicknamed me “Lord Byron.” Perhaps because much later, in adolescence, we had strange habits, like leaving all the lights in the house off and going to listen to Led Zeppelin on the roof, eating honeycombs and drinking beer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Murilo Jambeiro de Oliveira Brasil, 13 de dezembro de 2025. Image: Nota (Facebook) Passei entre 1983 e 1989 olhando para esse lugar mais que qualquer outro talvez. As sacadas do primeiro andar do pr\u00e9dio onde eu morava no Cosme Velho davam de frente para Casa de Machado de Assis. Me lembro de na \u00e9poca ser<\/p>\n