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You asked Fátima to ask me how the restaurant is.
It's good. Long hours. The kitchen is small and hot and loud. My hands smell of onions even in my sleep. The boss is fine. He speaks French to the suppliers, which is a bit pretentious for Bairro Alto, but the food is good.
I'm learning a lot. Mostly how to stand for twelve hours.
Please don't worry. I'm eating.