When I was very young – I believe I was seven or eight – my mother took me to a hairdresser that lived in the countryside of Sao Paulo. She took care of all the hairs of the whole family (I’m not really sure when we began to trust her with this task, but when
So. What’s up? I hope life’s great. I really do. What about work? What is it, after all? I wish you could tell me which path you chose. I chose. We – let’s settle on we. What path did we choose?
My relationship with Belgium has always been ambiguous. Some of the most difficult parts of my life happened before I was six, while living there. But then again, some pretty rough episodes came during the subsequent 17 years, while I was in Brazil; I just never thought about blaming the South American country. But I
That’s mildly embarrassing. I mean, is this really necessary? I know I must have hurt your feelings but – damn it. Fine. I’m sorry. I realize that making excuses is immature, but you should know I was caught off guard.
Like everything else I do in life, I thought a lot about starting a new blog (I had two last year that I had been maintaining for almost ten years, now deleted), then I just did it. I always expect that people will read my texts, but how can they if I don’t publish them