My wife GREW UP in a third world country - one of the more poverty-stricken and dangerous ones:Guyana. 90% of my extended family lives in one as I type these words.
She can cite you chapter and verse about third world nations up your front and down your back. There is, in fact, absolutely nothing you could tell her about such places that she doesn't already know first hand. For example, the time a roving band of black criminals accosted her and her sisters on the roadside to rape my wife, who was still pretty young. Her sisters told them that my wife was pregnant to save her, so they raped one of the sisters. How about all houses having heavy bars on the windows so that roving gangs of armed, murdering bastards cannot break into your house, steal everything you have and murder all witnesses? How about the death squads that used to keep the order? And the list goes on.
She is as expert on what comprises a 3rd world nation as anyone on the planet, which is why I know Brazil is in fact just that.
Six months in Brazil? That's not enough time to get cozy. Shoot, even the Brazilians will tell you that Rio is an extremely dangerous city. My friend Frank, for example, born and raised in Brazil, is very up front about it. My friend whose name I no longer recall due to creeping old age, lives in Rio and whores in order to be able to eat and pay bills. She has no drug problems, doesn't drink, is educated, and speaks very fluent Italian in addition to Portuguese. That's is yet another mark of a third-world nation.
Of course, such status is largely in the eye of the beholder, so I will not say you are wrong. But I will say that my wife is right.
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