Life, Brazil and Resilience!!!
Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 4 degrees, rainy, grey and shitty. It is New Year’s Eve, and I am reflecting inwardly after my disastrous visit to my brothers in the north of England. I’m grateful to Stephen for hosting me and showing me around, but the rest of the experience was disastrous. Perhaps I was naive or foolish, or during all these […]
Sheffield, England: 4 degrees, rain, wind and very cold. I’m in Sheffield. Yesterday, I had an argument with my brother. The weather is super shitty, and I have to do what I want to do and go back to Wordsley. Even though it is not good for everybody, especially my niece and nephew, I think it’s best to avoid further […]
Sheffield, England: 7 degrees, cold, and unsettled weather. I had sensed before going to Sheffield that there might be some trouble or stress. I had even joked with pupils and friends beforehand that there could be confusion, and precisely this occurred. We had arranged last night for 10:00 this morning to go to a shopping centre, another shopping centre. I […]
Sheffield, England: 8 degrees, cold, rainy, grey and dreary. I’m visiting my brother and his family in Sheffield, and staying at their neighbour Steven’s house, who is a very nice guy. We first met when he was backpacking around South America in Rio. At that time, 12 years ago, I was still married to Nalva, and we were living in […]
Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 8 degrees, cold, rainy; a shitty day. It’s time to head to the north of England to meet my brother and his family after over 20 years. I set the alarm for 6:00 a.m., but I didn’t get up until 7:00 a.m. I worked on the computer, saved my work, finished packing my suitcase, and then woke […]
Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 7 degrees, cold, but a beautiful day. Today turned out to be a challenging walk. I left home not knowing where I would go and not interested in walking far, which is the opposite of what finally happened. I found myself going back to York Crescent, where I spent most of my childhood. There was a route […]
Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 10 degrees, cold, rainy and dreary. My mother and I had prepared the leg of lamb on Christmas Eve. Essentially, it involved taking it out of its plastic, cleaning and drying it, covering it with salt, pepper, lemon juice, and olive oil, and making slits in the meat to insert small slices of garlic. We also placed […]
Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 10 degrees, cold, overcast and drizzly. We are running up to Christmas night in Brazil and Christmas Day in England in terms of respective importance. It is cold, not as cold as when I arrived in November, but it is cold for an adopted carioca. For me, it’s amusing how there is so much hype leading up […]
Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 10 degrees, cold, overcast and drizzly. Three days before Christmas Day and two days before Christmas Eve in Brazil, everything is in order. I was up early and worked out downstairs in the living room. I got a tea and prepared myself to go out for a walk, then headed down to the canal to feed the […]
Wordsley, Stourbridge, England: 13 degrees, warmish and very windy. Today was a quiet day. I woke up early, followed by a hard workout in the living room. I had just two classes during the day, and the rest of the time was spent feeding the ducks and swans, taking a walk and doing little else. I have no more classes […]