Apparently there is a possibility siblings can inherit such genetic codes, also called “travel bugs” or “can’t sit on my ass for too long”. Or maybe I just came to learn and love it. It all started when I was about seven. No, I haven’t been molested and I will not try to share my childhood traumas with you. Not that I can remember much of it. Anyway, I was sitting in the lounge with dad, who was slouching over his couch as usual. Oh yeah, his couch… It smelled like… oh no! Sorry, I promised I wouldn’t try sharing the traumas.
So, back to the story, there we were, watching Rocobop. This is back in Brazil, in the year of 1989 roughly. I remember trying to read the subtitles, which were not displayed long enough for a second grade reader. In the midst of my struggle to read the bloody thing, comes up the next scene, where the actors were simply saying “Yes”. The translator, assuming the obvious, didn’t bother adding subtitles.
So, back to the story, there we were, watching Rocobop. This is back in Brazil, in the year of 1989 roughly. I remember trying to read the subtitles, which were not displayed long enough for a second grade reader. In the midst of my struggle to read the bloody thing, comes up the next scene, where the actors were simply saying “Yes”. The translator, assuming the obvious, didn’t bother adding subtitles.
I asked Dad to translate it. ‘course dad knows everything! Well, that is, until you go through puberty. I could not believe it, a whole different language, I had to learn it! And so I did. I think. Hey, I’m managing to write my own blog in English, so that means the effort was worth it right? RIGHT? Whatever. :)
The fact I could understand words other people couldn’t led me to a life of suspicion. Positive questioning is more the word. I needed to get out and travel. I can’t believe all this was going through my head when I was only seven. Not that I haven’t changed much, but I will grow up someday. :)
The fact I could understand words other people couldn’t led me to a life of suspicion. Positive questioning is more the word. I needed to get out and travel. I can’t believe all this was going through my head when I was only seven. Not that I haven’t changed much, but I will grow up someday. :)
The main purpose of this blog is to keep friends and family up do date with the life of a... ahm... *coughs* - "wild sole traveler, who urges visiting the four corners of the earth, in an endless quest to find out the real meaning of lif...." - All right, I know, I know... -_o I was just trying to make it sound a bit more meaningful. As usual, it turns out quite corny. Could not be a poet to save my my life.
*Meaning* however, is something I've been looking for, for a long time. I'll get back to it when I have a chance.
As for now:
Name's Frank, 25, originally Brazilian, living in AUstralia, moving to Spain soon :) Probably one of the very few things I'm sure of at this stage of life: I'm happy for not being "stuck" forever at a designated space, with a "proper" job and carreer outlined for me, by someone else. Though I'm stuck in my *head* at the moment.
*Meaning* however, is something I've been looking for, for a long time. I'll get back to it when I have a chance.
As for now:
Name's Frank, 25, originally Brazilian, living in AUstralia, moving to Spain soon :) Probably one of the very few things I'm sure of at this stage of life: I'm happy for not being "stuck" forever at a designated space, with a "proper" job and carreer outlined for me, by someone else. Though I'm stuck in my *head* at the moment.
Since this is mainly a travel blog, I'd like to start with my hometown. Itajai, pier. Smells like Codfish at all times.
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