A few streets over, there's a tailor shop with a yellow Brazil flag still hanging from last World Cup, faded from sun but stitched with such care it makes me smile. These days, my own excitement is mostly through my grandson's frantic video calls about matches, though honestly, the sound of his laughter has more rhythm than any samba. Sometimes I think our love for them is just old affection, like replaying an Ilaiyaraaja song on a worn tape — the nostalgia itself is the victory.
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