The waiter brings another round of ice-cold beer, cerveja gelada, as they call it around here. All around me there is laughter and chatter, in German, in English, in Portuguese. The faces are full of satisfaction, exhaustion and happiness, and a hint of sunburn here and there.
I have just noticed that we are the last people in the restaurant, but I think no one else has yet, and it does not seem as if anyone feels like leaving soon. I have no idea how late it is, and I try not to think too much about my not-yet-finished film, and not about the fact that this is our last evening together either. For now, all is well.
It begins to dawn on me that those past ten days have become everything that I had hoped for, and actually more than that. We worked together so well, across linguistic and cultural barriers. We filled a website that had been empty five days ago with our own stories from Rio, this wondrous, marvelous city.
And we are still here right now, on a Friday evening, enjoying each other’s company. This is what makes me so happy more than anything else. I have such warm feelings towards all these people around me, the majority of whom I did not know two weeks ago, and I am so proud of what we have accomplished together. I always have to keep myself from getting too sentimental in moments like this, so I pour down my melancholy with a gulp of beer. After all, it is not quite over yet.