Do you remember the last time you got a real hug? Over the past year, I can remember four very special hugs.

The first one happened when I was waiting in line to get into the Municipal Theater for a performance by the exceptional musician Maurício Einhorn. After he tried his luck with some people in line, without much success, a homeless man approached me and asked for money. When I offered it to him, he spontaneously gave me a hug so tight that he wrinkled my outfit a little and walked away smiling.

The second hug and the third hug were similar, as they both came from two young women, accompanied by their companions, also homeless. One of them was pregnant and, unlike the man at the theater, on both occasions the ladies asked permission to hug me.

The fourth hug happened when my travel backpack arrived from the dry cleaners. Before putting it back in the closet, I took it out of the plastic bag and the smell that filled the room evoked so many memories… That simple object represented a whole series of experiences lived throughout the year, and without really realizing it, I hugged my backpack. For a long time.

In my defense, I would like to say that the power of small things to release powerful memories and affections has already been the subject of great masters of literature, such as Marcel Proust.

There is a lot of power in small things, in small gestures, in small events, those that seem trivial, but that together are responsible for the largest part of our existence.

In this year that has just begun, I want to wish you many memorable experiences, of all sizes. And, of course, lots of tight hugs.

Happy New Year!

Be seeing you!

G.F.