Argentinian malbec or Chilean carménère?
Majestoso or Superclásico?
Mario Vargas Llosa or Gabriel García Márquez?
Rio de Janeiro or Rio de Zhulebino?
All these questions quietly pop into your mind while familiar reality fades into the haze of a sultry evening on the Copacabana Beach. Behind the fat layer of misted beer bottles, tanned buttocks, favelas that stuck around the surrounding hills, and the foam of the ocean waves, you can no longer see anything that was at least a little familiar to you. . It all happened because you turn on the mix of Alexei Parkhomenko for 5/8: radio just for a one minute
