It’s World War II. We’re in Budapest (Hungary). More specifically, we are under the Buda Castle Hill, in the middle of a corridor crowded with injured people. You can hear screams, pained moans and weeping. One of the only six doctors available runs by you with a stethoscope encircling his neck. His eyes are red from weariness, and if you knew him well, you would notice that in the last few weeks his face has aged considerably. In the enclosed, sultry corridor, you see him enter a room – if it can be called like this. It’s almost a closet. But inside are three patients. You don’t even want to imagine what he’s doing there, but you squirm with the sounds that come out of it. Continue reading “Budapest and Hospital in the Rock: an example of human resilience”
One of my first steps when I got here in Belgium was to enroll in a Dutch course. Since it is the country’s second official language, it seemed like something I had to do.
But I was not overly excited. Nobody in my family speaks Dutch, despite the fact that they all live in Belgium, and have been here for several years now. The words are too different from our safely known Portuguese, even a little alien. Continue reading “About the small prejudices of life”
The 33º Disney Animation Movie wasn’t really a big hit. Not, at least, where I lived. Everyone I asked responded (then and now) that Pocahontas is definitely not his or her favorite. Most people didn’t even bother to watch. But I always loved it. No other movie talked to me more about our place in this Earth and our relationship with it than Pocahontas. It taught me some things that, in my belief, are essential to what I became. So I decided to share the top ten reasons why it affected me so much – just in case you didn’t watch, or in case you did watch, but did not pay attention to these parts. Continue reading “What I learned from Pocahontas”
Two months before I completed 24 years of age, the wildest idea came to me: to travel alone somewhere I had never been before. I had already traveled a few times on my own, but always for work, which doesn’t really count since all the details are handled by other people. I was going to go somewhere close like Paris, which is just a few hours from Brussels. But when I was searching for tickets I found a promotion to Budapest and thought: why not? Continue reading “Budapest: a toast to independence”
Thank you for being a part of my life. Maybe I don’t see you anymore. Maybe I don’t know where the road has taken you. Maybe you are the nice old lady who I met on a bus when I was too arrogant for my age and situation and taught me that every profession deserves respect as long as it is honest. Or perhaps you’re the friend who kissed the first boy I ever liked after I had talked about him for months. Continue reading “Letter to you”