Blasfêmia! - Blasphemy!

Acima está o bar "Jazz", onde se houve de tudo, menos jazz. Logo que entramos no bondinho esse foi um dos primeiros lugares em que o Paul reparou, e decidimos voltar ali mais tarde. Afinal ele queria conhecer a cena musical alternativa da cidade. Depois de uma janta deliciosa, na qual eu devorei uma pizza inteira com as minhas próprias mãos (costume local, hoje vi três moçoilas comendo três pizzas), nos dirigimos até lá em uma agradável caminhada. Ao avistarmos o tal bar, que bombava geral, pensamos: nossa, que povo mais superior, tanta gente apreciando jazz... MAS... ao adentrarmos o recinto nos deparamos com a mais pura seleção de eurotrash. Naquele momento tocava "Barbie Girl" (música a qual, aliás, o sortudo do Paul nunca havia sido submetido). Nós ainda insistimos um pouco, talvez aquela seria a introdução de uma banda super cabeça querendo criticar a sociedade de consumo. Mas não foi o caso. A única coisa de jazz que tinha ali era uma torneira de cerveja em formato de saxofone. Daí entendemos tudo e fomos embora, criticando a sociedade de consumo, suas músicas tranqueiras e o uso indevido do nome "jazz".  Mas bem que a gente ia voltar lá hoje, só que comemos demais e resolvemos vir pro hotel.

Above you can see the "Jazz" bar, where it's possible to listen to anything but jazz. As soon as we got on the tram this was one of the first places that Paul noticed, and we decided to go back there later since he wanted to see a bit of the alternative music scene in Milan. After a great dinner, in which I ate up a whole pizza with my bare hands (a local custom - today I saw three young ladies having three entire pizzas), we headed there in a very pleasant walk. As we looked at the said bar, which was totally happening, we thought: wow, what superior people, such a crowd enjoying jazz... BUT... as we got into the place we were surprised by a horrible selection of Eurotrash. At that moment they were playing "Barbie Girl" (a song which Paul, by the way, was lucky enough to have never heard before). We still waited a bit, hoping that that would be the beginning of a very original performance by a band trying to criticize the consumption society. Unfortunately that wasn't the case. The only jazz reference we found was a beer tap in the shape of a saxophone. Then we finally understood everything and we left, criticizing the consumption society, its trashy music and the misuse of the word "jazz". Anyway, we were going back there tonight, but we had too much to eat and decided to come to the hotel.