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For Brazilians, soccer is not a sport, it's a religion. The thirst for glory and the dream of winning the World Cup for a sixth time were palpable everywhere we went.

The victories of the "Seleçao" translated into long nights of revelry.

Hugs, laughter, tears … Happiness.

"I am Brazilian, with great pride," we heard people chant over and over again.

In Belo Horizonte, we saw the other side: the painful defeat against Germany, 7-1.
I'll never forget the heavy disappointment on people's faces.

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Finally, we witnessed the Argentinian "invasion" in Rio de Janeiro and how, amazingly, Brazilians supported Germany and celebrated Goetze's goal in the 113th minute as if it were their own.

We traveled by planes, boats, canoes, bicycles, taxis, buses and a lot of walking through seven cities and four World Cup matches. We hope we've been able to transmit the countless emotions we lived through with this piece, all of which can be summed up with one word: "Passion."

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