[RESUMO] Marcelo Rubens Paiva, author of “I’m still here”, reports his impressions of Lula and Janja after two meetings with the presidential couple, one reserved in Brasilia and one in awards in Rio. For the writer, the first lady is the target of prejudice by conservatives, left and the press. In intimacy, contrary to the perception of many people, they show full harmony, he describes.
Within 20 days, I met twice with the presidential couple. The suspicions that Janja is pursued by the old left and conservative jealousy, who do not see a possibility that a wife influenced her husband’s decisions, have been confirmed.
. I was told that she pushed Lula away from friends, who made him stop old habits, such as drinking and smoking cigars with some journalists from the interviews.
Lula told me that he stopped smoking because he was airless on a trip and almost does not drink, because he wants to live up to 110 years.
The first meeting with the couple took place on a visit outside the official agenda. I was in Brasilia, Lula and Janja knew, they called me, and I reviewed the longtime friend; We met when he was a union leader. At that time I realized that he is a character of my three autobiographies, “Happy Old Year” (1982), “I’m still here” (2015) and
I entered the Planalto Palace haunted by. I saw the ghosts of the scammers, listened to bombs, felt the smoke, the fear of the few resisting police officers, the pheromone of destruction.
I saw intact the Di Cavalcanti that had been stabbed and the restored glass tables, as well as Krajcberg’s sculpture and the clock of over 200 years. I even passed my finger, seeking grooves from a home restoration, that instant glue always in the refrigerator. Nothing.
We entered the cabinet with my nephew Chico Rubens Paiva and, Minister of Culture. I found Lula happy, healthy, thin, speaker, enjoyer, affective, more than before.
I hugged me, took me, looked at me, smiled, asked my life. Your skin was better cared for than mine. I asked your secret. The nearly octogenarian president wakes up at 5 am and work out for two hours, he said.
He had a janja called. Served cupuaçu juice. He complained that to make a rope on the restored clock you need to call a technician with gloves and pointed to the hit of your cabinet, a sealed box the size of a Kindle, with dust of the moon.
“I didn’t open it, because you will know what’s inside …”, laughed. He said he would meet the Chinese leader and ask him to open the box in front of him to make sure. We laugh.
We talk about, of, the unpick debt of the club, the birds, and the mission of Brazil to meet Brics and the European Union a magic formula to reduce the influence of the dollar on international transactions.
Janja arrived. They shared the same chair before me. He confided to me that he is lucid to withdraw from public life if physical or mental health are impediments. We regret
He complained that the PT staff forced him to move to Alto de Pinheiros, in São Paulo. “I wanted to retire on a beach,” he said. Lula dreams of retiring in Salvador. Topa Janja, despite preferring Rio de Janeiro.
While Janja told me how, after the attacks of 8 January, Lula was dispatched with Margareth, charging the installation of the Culture Councils and other demands.
The guarantee of the Law and the Order (GLO) is a provisional path of policing by the Armed Forces for the restoration of public order, which proposed before the coup turmoil in Brasilia. If authorized, the order would be given for the tanks to go to the streets. It would be the institutionalization of the military coup.
Janja confided to me that, after studying Social Sciences at the Federal University of Paraná, and MBA in Social Management, went to work at Itaipu Binacional and admitted in the one year course at the Higher School of War, where he had contact with the details of a GLO. By not signing, Lula managed to block the blitzkrieg, which narrowly did not cross the door of the quarters.
Once they described me Janja as the caregiver of an old man. What is perceived there is a couple in full harmony, tune, healthy, happy. One seems to guess what the other thinks. Sometimes one completes the sentence of the other. What you see there is complicity, with brightness in the eyes and love. Who is around admires or envy. That’s why Lula wants to live 110 years.
Twenty days later, May 20, I went with my son Joaquim, 11, to the Capanema Palace, in Rio. The family had begged him to go with the Corinthians shirt, but it was no use. He put on a flawless blue suit and tie. They put us in a library Salette. We would do a surprise.
Lula and Janja arrived. Lula soon hugged the boy and praised the elegance. Janja, of mocking, greeting as if he were a prince. I told you that the kid’s nickname at school is Putin.
Lula spent the day cumming Joaquim, saying that he was more elegant than the Russian leader, and that when he found Putin Real would say he knew his Brazilian double.
After years of closed, threatened to be demolished, so that the land is sold by the liberal project – which aims to reduce the state, to dispose of the goods of the Union, to get rid of memory, mythology, culture and history -, the award -winning architectural project, Oscar Niemeyer, Le Corbusier, with landscaping by Burle Marx, covered by Portinari tiles, was reinoucarted in one Plural Ceremony: the order delivery to cultural merit.
After years massacred by the scale of erasure of the previous government, which turned the Ministry of Culture into the shadow of the guava of Jesus, Brazilian talent and intelligence recovered its protagonism.
There were many people honored in the night: Zezé Motta, Alaíde Costa, Liniker, Monica Martelli, Alcione. Gilberto Gil received the honor in place of his daughter, Preta Gil. Odair José, Tony Tornado, Armandinho, Lilia Schwarcz, Alice Ruiz, Paulo Betti, Barbara Paz, who came straight from Cannes for the ceremony, Walter Salles, Fernanda Torres and me, Daniel Munduruku, Chico César, Silvio Tendler, among others and others, composed the range of diversity.
But in: “Lula grants the main honor of the country’s cultural merit.” Who granted was, not him.
I spoke, telling that the dedication of the book I gave to them had one word: “resist.” Apparently, the love between them resists the evil eye of the envious.
Lula, the president of the Post and I should stamp the seal in honor of Eunice Paiva. But Janja and Lula changed the protocol and made Joaquim Carimbar, in front of the press and the honorees.
Lula spoke, Janja gave her the leaves, read before, checked, gave a wrong leaf, he corrected her and smiled, she smiled at me, as if she had made a mischief. And it was the “gaga” Lula and the “shit” who organized the photos with the honorees, given the confusion of the ceremonial and the press. He sat on the floor, pose, got up alone.
The unwillingness to the president’s wife became a journalistic wart. If she travels with her husband, they calculate the expense, as if she was walking with the makeup artist. It is Janja who meets with FAO (United Nations Food and Agriculture Organization) to discuss initiatives against hunger and poverty.
If she speaks at a private lunch, they question if she shouldn’t have been quiet. . This should cause perplexity. But a woman’s comment, at a closed -door dinner, in the country where leakage does not exist as a figure of language, was the subject.
They do not want Lula in Russia, nor in China, seeking to redesign world trade. And they want a Reborn First Lady, a hanger without voice, without ear, without eyes, because in Brazil a woman can have no opinion, nor get in conversation of husbands.
Resist!
