...I knew a boy who could make it rain when he was young or perhaps he thought he could...He was the son of a dentist who married to a beautiful girl and decided to live in a town that was not his or hers place of birth..
.His dad was a man of many values and had a very strong personality.A great professional and a good husband.A man who loved sports but football was his cup of tea and whenever he had free time he would leave the wife behind to play with friends..and friends is what he used to have at the thousands...
The dad of this boy i can say that he was a bit religious too and his other passion was the contact to earth so a little farm to go at the weekends worked a treat for this small family,now a family of four with the arrival of a little girl too.
The boys mom was a very methodical person who hates messy things and kept the house very clean.A mom who would not think twice to help the kid along the growing periodo.She would speak only when she was right and she seemed to have the last word in the house too.


As in every family one day the tragedy struck.The boys dad passed way and suddenly it feels like the base that holds the candle falls apart and the family now feels the terrible loss of this great person.The boy felt all that happened before it even did and before even his mom telling him he knew because he dreamed the night before.
His little sister seemed not to understand much about what was going on and i guess is because the age she was.But the mom was devastated,she had lost mom and dad and now husband within 4 years periodo and the boy lost his best friend too he lost the person that used to tell him stories to make him sleep because he had troubled to do it so.
As by magic from the time he lost his dad his life in this world begun.He would learn alone about things and he kept his dad in mind all the time as if he was an angel that followed him everywhere he went.They have learned how to fly(that was one of his favourite dreams)together and how to kiss a girl and they have learned how to socialize with other kids and they also learned how to scare the witch that he was afraid when young by getting closer to her and giving her a kiss...and all of this together son and dad.The boy felt he had some sort of power over the other kids.he thought to be more alert and interesting about the weather and the earth and he would apreciate things that other kids perhaps didnt.He developed a sense of sensibility that he many times said to his dad it was going to rain in 5min and it would rain and so on.His dreams started to become more frequent and he even started to tell his mom every other morning what he had dreamt and many times he described what was going to happen even before it did.....Amazing he thought!
The years had gone fast and he now is taller and more mature and he realized that he do have some sort of six sense at the point that it determine his life and how it is supossed to lived.
His mom is older now and she still talks about him in front of others saying how much he is restless and crazy and that he cannot stop a second...The boy now a man is married and thinks one day this restless behaviour has to get to an end as he himself feels the need to relax a bit to find his inner peace.He thinks life is wonderfull and sees beauty in every thing and people is his best and most weak point and he loves whatch them day and night.

The boy a man now has once more being throw in front of what he thinks is the biggest challenged of his life and the same way he is scared he is intrigued by it..he knows the score and he knows that he is gambling with one of the most precious thing in life but he will not give it up until he gets the aswer to his questions and until he is alive and dreaming and breathing he will live it to the full feeling the earth as much as when he was young and respecting the signs that comes ahead his soul...all that with his angel next to him that made him so different from the other kids....who knows what he is saying knows what it feels like being able to make it rain...
thank you angel Jorge   

speak portuguese please

2 months on and the process of adaptation in Brazil is pretty slow and it is proving to be very painfull.It is not easy and at times i think people here think that i have some sort of problem,mental problem or i am taking the piss out of them which it isnt the case!
Well in the supermarket i go the other day and asking for things gets harder and harder.I am either lost for words or there is this silence coming from me trying to find the right word to fit in that is extremely embarassing taking that i am from here.And the more i get nervous the worse it becomes and the cashier dont help by staring at me with that brazilian smile only we have..the queue is long and i am holding it to make it worse for my compatriots as if we dont have to wait in queues in Brazil enough..

Now talking about queues there is something about them that drives me mad..Living in the UK i have learnt that time is gold and time is very precious there,the English simply dont like to stand waiting too long and i knew that coming back to Brazil i would have to be very patience and brave

And them once i past my mental ilness and my statering the machine in the supermarket dont work,the system is old and they send you to another part of the supermarket to get things done and usually the person in charge is away sorting something else or simply moving at the speed of the turttles and my patiente that i have to sell,now is over, but i cannot just leave the market as i used to years ago cos my shopping is full so i stand there and wait again.
Now it seems that in Brazil you need your NI or CPF as we call it here for everything you do and when you have a name as long as mine time is not at your side...maybe i am getting older or maybe i am actually out of date with the brazilian life that i sought with my heart because i was done with the running about but hey i can confess this is too slow for my taste!!
Jane my mom sends me to get some fruit and veggie at the veggie shop just outside our building and for my embarrasment she thinks that i am still at the age of 16 and give me a list of things written down on a piece of paper, of course straight away i refuse as if i want to prove to myself that i have grown up or grown up from my mental ilness too..LOL
I take the lift down and as i past by the porter he asks me where i was going.....stop a bit....let me tell you something about porters in Brazil.They are not only porters they are some sort of multi task special people that can do everything you can possibly think about.In my case Jonh unblocs pipes in my house,clean windowns,repair old tv sets,helps with moving of the heavy bed and so on...so i think they think they have some sort of rights to ask us in the building as if they are part of the family so returning to Johns question 'where are you going George'my aswer to him was 'Eu vou ao veggie shop'witch translates half the sentence was in english and the other half was in portuguese....so now John looks at me with the same smile as the cashier at the supermarket as if he didnt get anything i said or as if i am from another world!
Crossing the road half way off my misery i approach the veggie shop and this lovely young blond lady greets me with 'Hello George your mom has just phoned and we were waiting for you' ..i smile back with a sight of relief and the man at the back of the shop brings me a bag full of things ready to go...
wow i dont need to talk or ask anything all was there ready for me so i could just go leave the shop and comemorate my succsess ....
She carries on and say 'Hi George i am Ana and we know your are Janes son who used to live in the UK'
'Yep thats me' i replied
'Please to meet you George and before you go take this fruit as i welcome you here in Brazil'
'Oh thanks' i say leaving the shop and half way ahead still within her sight i turned around and say
'Wow Ana thanks for the grapes they are delicious'
she replied 'No problem George anytime but they arent grapes but "jaboticabas"'
It seems that i have forgotten a lot more than just how to speak portuguese...