São Paulo. Sampa for the locals, SP in the postal code, biggest city in Brazil. Phone code 5511, the “deathbed of samba” and the cradle of Brazilian rock and roll. Ask anyone in the country and you will hear we are arrogant, workaholic pricks, gluttons obssessed with money. Or that we are trendsetters, surrounded by the best the world can offer.
We cannot conjugate verbs to save our souls, and we believe that ours is the best pizza in the galaxy. We are afraid of rains, we idolize cars, our public transport is rickety. We are formed by immigrants, shaped by the influx of other regions, seasoned in the war against the concrete.
There are 20 million of us. These are some of our stories.