Locked-in syndrome

These days I don't feel like quite so much of a prisoner in Brazil as before. But my apartment is determined to maintain the incarceration theme. This morning P inadvertently left for work with both sets of keys, meaning that I, the nanny and my son were all locked inside this surreal, crumbling fortress of a building. Despite having to cancel an English class I was due to give, I was surprisingly philosophical about our fate, certainly more so than on previous occasions. P arranged for a courier to bring the keys over and soon enough we were able once again to inhale the sweet scent of freedom. Ah, liberdade !