„Brazilians in Portugal …

… are so much worse than back in Brazil, I think.“ said my colleague Carolyn, as she looks out the window thinking of someone in particular. „Like, here they basically all just want to go to bed with you – and tell you the most swashbuckling fairy tales in order to get you into the sack …“ Silence. Then, a long, lonely look out of the window.

For the last couple of days, two Brazilian guys have been staying at our hostel in Lisbon. And they seemed – according to Carolyn – really nice, decent and funny. At least, they seemed to be. Until last night … Continue Reading →

The world will go down…

…I feared for last two hours – when I watched the new horror movie called „The Happening“.

In the movie, a mysterious disease attacks everybody on the US East Coast – humans first loose their speech and their orientation, then they kill themselves. It starts all of a sudden and ends all of a sudden. The film’s final conclusion is, that maybe plants attacked humans by dispersing poisonous substances into the air – showing humans that they should take more care of plants…

Christian, who watched the movie as well, was actually more afraid of me jumping up and down on my seat than of the film. „Well, we just have to scythe all the plants on earth – what’s wrong with concrete!“ he yelled – to calm me down – in the middle of the city’s Rathausplatz. And all the pedestrians around us stared at him.

Christian’s idea filled me with enthusiasm and I know, who could implement it…

L.

A (supposedly) undetected angel…

…was awaiting me this morning on my way to work.

Impatiently as ever, I was waiting for the traffic light to switch to green, so I could continue my speed race to work – as usual, I was late and had to compensate for slowness at home with rapidity on my bike.

Then, I discovered a children’s group crossing the street: While the group was waddling chaotically across the street, the teachers kept a watchful eye on them. A probably homeless person, and good Samaritan, was shambling behind the group, where he made a hand sign to the waiting cars at the red (!) traffic light. Stubbornly, he waited till the last little toddler had reached the sidewalk, shooting a final severe look at the annoyed looking driver, and continued walking to the other side of the road.

As soon as the volunteer crossing-guard reached the pavement, he seemed to shrink in size, having been deprived of his newly given task. At that moment, I wished that there were more classes crossing to give meaning to a person who might not find it elsewhere. It’s nice to be needed …

L.