A little over a week ago I had my first run in with the “public servants” here. After finishing recording in Barra with ITG I headed home by car. Generally my transportation is the bus and or metro but that day happened to be by car. Not far from home driving slowly, looking for a parking spot near Subway the signal closed and I stopped…Right beside me stopped two “public servants” who obviously got a good look at me and had a good idea I am not a Brazilian. So they pulled me over on the next block to ’see what I had in the trunk’. Immediately after asking me to open the trunk, first question was, “You’re not from here are you?”
Obviously nothing exciting in the car. Next it was time to hand over the documents for the car and my driver’s license (US driver’s license, that had been expired for nearly a year). About that time the second of two ’servants’ walked around the car while slinging his assault rifle across his chest, folding down the stock and resting his finger above the trigger. Having some experience here and listening to many, many stories from the Cariocas, I knew what to expect, knew that the two of them where doing their best to ’scare the gringo’ and shake me down. After handing the first storm trooper my licence he immediately asked for a translation paper, I offered to translate it for him. He denied of course, telling me it was required and that the cars documents where out of order and missing pages. Now talking louder he again told me that my license was not valid without a translation, I again offered to translate it for him. “OK, let’s call in and tow the car…and we’ll have to take you to the station to sort out your license”, said the storm trooper with the assault rifle. I knew what was next but was concerned that the R$34 that was in my wallet was not enough to pay them off. Not for the fact that it wasn’t enough money (I have a friend who got out of a road block using a package of cookies) but that they would expect more from me, being a foreigner.
Picking up on the fact that I managed to stay calm and speak fluent Portuguese they too began to calm down. I stood there for a few seconds and they almost seemed surprised at my reaction (or lack of). “Look, is there another way we can take care of this”, where my next words. “Ah, but I will have to have your word”, the storm trooper without the assault rifle replied several times (therefore a few details such as witch department have been excluded). “So, how is R$200 for you”, I chuckled and replied, “I don’t have anywhere near that much on me, do you mind if I take a look in my wallet?”. “Not here, get back in your car and we will pull you over again”, he replied, then asked if I could make a withdraw at a bank near by. My reply of course was “no”.
Driving slowly knowing that the police here have no problem riddling a car with their assault rifles (many times caught on tape then shown on the 11 0′ clock news, unedited). A few blocks later they sound the siren and I pull over in a poorly lit area. “So how much do you have”, he asks, “Look, all I have is R$34 (roughly $15USD)”, “OK, that’s fine”, he said. I thanked him shaking his hand, knowing that in all reality that wasn’t a bad deal.
Morale = Make sure documents are straight before putting ones self in a situation like that.
Even though it was a good deal, it could have turned out very bad for me and besides that I didn’t get my sandwich!