Stories of Paraná - Rua XV, or a learning

Stories of Paraná - Rua XV, or a learning

Rua XV, or a learning
Ruben Cesar Keinert

By Rua XV made up curitibana crossing into the adult world.
Ah, the street where I spent my teens and teens roamed the city in bloom.
Late '50s, Curitiba gaining body, the Civic Center, the Public Library, the first skyscrapers.
Ended up trams, began to appear signs of us buses and jitneys - names of neighborhoods that no one knew where they were.
Santa Quitéria.
Santa Candida.
Pinheirinho. The city espichava, adolescently.
In Rua XV were heard and discussed matters is "adults": adultery actual or presumed, especially presumed rights and wrongs of the government (whatever), which had Dr. Benedict, which failed to do, around lupionismo, the rise of braguismo the robbery, the mamatas.
Actual or presumed.
Spoke up. Whispered up. Invent yourself.
The city seethed.
Much money running with the construction of roads and public works, with the sale of land in the North, with the sawmill and timber exports, with coffee, some money, yet, with cattle, with mate. And that money spent by Rua XV. In the big cars, the clothes and trinkets imported the jewelries and hairstyles ladies and young girls in the family shopping (families went shopping at Rua XV at appropriate times, and then took snack at Schaffer in their own confectionery, in Lojas Americanas .
Like today? Looks greedy, greedy. And humorous comments.
Evil.
Someone wrote about gossip curitibana as an obstacle to local development.
Delight.
All spoke, everyone listened.
There was the immense repertoire of information, gossip, common or divergent opinions of each moment, the body of knowledge that made each citizen in Curitiba. The tell-says that the city as a bargaining chip for entry into adulthood. And as a matter for discussion that stretched through the night and forced to come home late.
Unforgettable nights cold moonlight in Curitiba.
The parents did not know they existed and were amazing as appreciated the ruins of the High St. Francisco.
Rua XV. Mouth in the Alvoradinha Avenue, near the old Post Office.
What a world, what types: Batacla, gentleman and propagandist street, the other propagandist (which ultimately led propagandists?) That walked on legs lots of nerve and when in civilian clothes always carried an umbrella closed and pointing upwards , pervaded as who carries a candle in procession, the Smashes, honorable public servant and bum convinced; Mary Idle, always with a smile for refusing to purchase their tickets and with a sad story to tell, the homeowner lottery the "end" of the street one day handing out money to anyone who could come, perhaps tired of seeing so many hopes dashed by passing your counter.
Rua XV types of speakers, ubiquitous on all wheels, stoking discussions.
Polemic, always willing to get supporters to the cause of the day or all days.
Rua XV: first lesson in humanity.

Ruben Cesar Keinert, UFPR sociologist, professor at the School of Business Administration of São Paulo, FGV


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.