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It is commonly known that vampires belong to the night. And the twilight, of course.
In almost all of the places that's the rule.
If you still want to defy that rule and decide to come out in the sun, the Volturi will most likely find you and erase your (second) existence from the face of the earth.
But there is one place that has an exception. One place that doesn't care for the Volturi and doesn't follow their rules.
That place is called Brasil, and is my favourite place in the world.
Brasil does not follow the Volturi, as it didn't follow the European vampire “leaders” before them. The brazilians have their own association of vampires (democratically voted, I must add) that was vastly respected in the international politics of unnatural creatures.
Although their rules are very similar to the European ones, there is one specific part of the year that vampires are allowed to go out during the day. And this event is called
“Carnaval”
Oh, what a magical world. What a magical event.
For almost a month, at the end of summer, Brasil becomes a big party. Everyone celebrates. The streets become full of people and creatures decorated in the most funny way possible: costumes, paint, glitter, and sometimes even nothing. These last ones get arrested, of course, but you get the feeling.
And when I say glitter, I mean A LOT of glitter. So much that even if a vampire gets out in the sun, they probably are going to be less brilliant than a human in costume.
And that's why we got to enjoy it as well.
So almost all of February and a part of April I would put on some loose colorful clothes (all chosen by Alice, of course), a pair of sunglasses, and go to the streets to follow an Electric Trio. And FUCKING party.
Okay, yeah, I could look like I was catching fire, but the only questions I got about that was where did I buy my glitter.
I'd always respond “25 de Março” or something like that, and no one would ask for more info. Not that they didn't find the “glitter” strange, but they were just too drunk to process. Also, they always got so happy when they found out I was a foreigner (or a “gringo”, as they used to call me). They even got me a nickname: Edu.
For some mysterious reason, I always ended up with a can of beer in my hand, even though I don't drink. And every night I was dragged to an after-party followed by another after-party.
That's Carnaval. And I love it.