When you change countries, change its habits. The customs are different, what may seem scary half. But one of my customs concerned me more than others, it is of course the beer, the foam p'tite, good chilled half, the little sister! I immediately reassures parents who read us, your children are not a bunch of decrepit alcoholic, wandering with their huge red noses (well, except one, but it has nothing to do with alcohol) in countries as distant in ancient Sodom and Gomorrah, but hey, we are still students, there are fundamental values, indeed the pillars of Bartagi common to all that we can not go under silence (even with Grimbergen in hand). All
jovial set foot in Brasil, my fears were justified. Beer (I am generalizing because the beers here are like cats at night.) Looks horribly at ... water! Warning by a brilliant scientist (yes he made S), which shall remain nameless but whose talent is matched only by the protrusion of the nasal reminiscent narwall joint of the great dangers of hydraulic coma, I gave almost to the sweet yet so intoxicating beverage that awakens in each of the instincts of cats ...
Why put water in the beer I was wondering? If this was to calm Aboriginal fiery temperament, he would have had a logic to do with wine. The doubt in my mind fermenting, misunderstanding me down, I brew black. Gui didn 'never felt so well can not imagine the pressure felt. One detail yet
bothers me. How to explain a mixture poor health can be swallowed so passionately by the tribe at any time of day and night (where there are cats too). However, ge am curieuxet do not like mysteries. So I immersed (inhbibé) in this half-Brazilian culture with attention to detail, who spent the morning.
And, a flash genius struck me (well more), I discovered the importance of climate in the establishment of a society and its customs. Thus, if the beer seems as water, not through incompetence but simply that given the climate, nothing is more refreshing and N'Ice a pleasant beer bem gelada in the heat of summer brasileiro ... Thus, they manage to limit their consumption avoiding drought and dramas of hydraulic coma. Brilliant is not it? I do not want to lather but when I think I found this theory on a day when I bubble, I'm far from being blonde.
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