Nice flags, TIM, but your cellphone coverage in Rocinha is terrible

A week ago as I walked besides the still-not-entirely-closed off sewer stream in Rocinha, the favela where I’ve been living in Rio de Janeiro, a truck approached. Bamboo stalks and palm fronds filled the bed of the truck. Several young boys and pre-teens with their faces streaked with black paint jumped off the truck as it slowed to a halt. They tumbled on the ground or ran wildly, crying out. I asked my friend what was happening. He answered simply, “Festa caipira,” a “country party.”

That weekend and the next this area of Rocinha, Valão, would throw its Festa Junina, a party which no one seems to be able to explain very well to me. In the rural Northeast of Brazil, this celebration trumps Carnival in popularity. Although called Festas Juninas, June Parties, the parties don’t start happening until June 24th and only happen in a big way in July. São João and São Antonio, whose saints’ days come in late June, are the main saints involved. “Junina” supposedly–although most people wouldn’t know this–derives from Joãoina, from São João. Children eat candied apples, dress up like country bumpkins, brides and grooms, or aristocrats and dance in quadrilhas to forro and other Brazilian folk music. Pyrotechnic explosions have replaced the “traditional” bonfires which people dance around. During the day, dogs bark and I try not to jump (like a gringa) whenever firecrackers boom.

In many communities in Rio, Festas Juninas have died out, no longer happen. In Rocinha, home of many Northeastern migrants, each neighborhood seems to throw its own “June” party Friday, Saturday, Sunday for two weekends. Last Friday I spent almost eight hours at two different Festas Juninas in Rocinha. At the second one, boys and girls—whose costumes were specially financed and more sparkly than most—danced quadrilhas from about 2 to nearly 4am. Rural roots were reenacted, and the past resounded in a multiply-displaced pagan party marking the summer solstice in the middle of (still tropical) winter.

Amelinha-Frevo Mulher (her famous ex-husband, Zé Ramalho, wrote & also sings this song)


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