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Americanah - by Chimamanda Ngozi
Adichie (Capitulo 1- Parágrafos 1, 2 e 3)
Princeton in the summer, smelled of nothing and
although ifemelu liked the tranquil greenness of the
many trees the clean streets and stately homes the
delicately overpriced shops and the quiet abiding air
of earned grace, it was this the lack of a smell that
most appealed to her perhaps because the other
American cities she knew well had all smelled
distinctly. Philadelphia had the musty scent of history
New Haven smelled of neglect. Baltimore smelled of
brine and Brooklyn of sun-warmed garbage But
Princeton had no smell.
She liked taking deep breaths here. She liked watching
the locals who drove with pointed courtesy and parked
their latest-model cars outside the organic grocery
store on Nassau Street or outside the sushi restaurants
or outside the ice cream shop that had fifty different
flavors including red pepper or outside the post office
where effusive staff bounded out to greet them at the
entrance. She liked the campus grave with knowledge
the Gothic buildings with their vine laced walls and the
way everything transformed in the half-light of night
into a ghostly scene. She liked, most of all that in this
place of affluent ease, she could pretend to be
someone else, someone specially admitted into a
hallowed American club, someone adored with
certainty. But she did not like that she had to go to
Trenton to braid her hair.
It was unreasonable to expect a braiding salon in
Princeton-the few black locals she had seen were so
light-skinned and lank-haired she could not imagine
them wearing braids-and yet as she waited at
Princeton Junction station for the train on an
afternoon ablaze with heat she wondered why there
was no place where she could braid her hair. The
chocolate bar in her handbag had melted.​

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