Re: a vida é linda
Autor: Renand C. e Sá Grando | Publicado: 2011-12-01T20:56:00-08:00

(again, translated into English via google translator. Will make a review when I can)Beginning of November, maybe 10th in the year of 2554  At the bus station in Chiang Mai, Thailand, with a ticket in hand. Would travel up to 12 hours Korat, to engage in a project to coordinate classes for children. After a connection style &quot;irresistible invitation&quot;, postponed the project for a few days, I changed my ticket and went over 3 hours to the north. Here I am in a workshop on &quot;Transformative Leadership&quot; (based on techniques of Aikido).  When I arrived in the new city and tried to get in touch with a colleague. Not understood, but it seemed someone with a car at the bus station where he landed. I got into the car and travel up to 1 hour to find my colleague and other future colleagues. Then I discovered that he had hired the car and we&#39;d pay for it. Before dawn, on top of a mountain, we saw the sunrise over the clouds, on a rock on the mountain called &quot;Phu Chee Fah&quot; in Thai, &quot;Stone pointing to the sky.&quot;  I opened an account at a local bank, because my money transfer problems. The bank asked: &quot;Where do you live?. I laughed. I gave the address I had slept the night before.  The apartment I lived still flooded. My semester explicitly going &quot;downhill.&quot; I did not realize my backpack made for a short stay in Vietnam a month ago, was all &quot;me&quot; stuff for a long time.  Every day there is the time of the national anthem. Wherever you are, everyone stands in silence, respecting the country and the king. Yesterday, in a Buddhist temple that was the image of the king was close to being venerated Buddha.  My experience, more alive than ever. Challenges that require quick decisions, aligned with the now and future. I mean, try to make my choices now consistent with my future personal, academic and professional, as the plans have changed. Plans change. And the desperate cry in the ear. Patience ...  October 13The workshop encouraged me. The question: what you really care? What do you really care? What do you love? Learning to practice to practice, make appointments and deal with emotional balance, with challenging situations everyday. In the meantime, I attended the festival of Loi Krathong, with fire in the sky balloons and flowers decorated the river. Lindo.  -October 16  Reaching the inside of Korat, the uncle of a president of AIESEC committees have been kind enough to collect the &quot;gringo white shirt with the purple bag.&quot; The humble home, without anyone until late at night (when she was coming), is typical of the interior. Cumbica refreshing bath with water heated on the stove. I feel like my skin more. Phones broke. I bought another. Cash at the end. And plans are being re-.Good inspirations with the changes.  Move on to a project to teach children in rural schools, to 3 hours of where I am. The faces frightened by the first sight of a foreigner are intimidating way, and try to fade by contacting everyone. No one speaks English. I will try to build ouras faces toward me. Reforming the barrier of language as a bridge, a bridge of curiosity and motivation to communicate (in this case, the English language). Books, fruits, food, drink, get all the time from different people. When I wake, I never know where I am and where I will sleep, which party will go and with whom. The local population takes me to get to know everyone and everything. If any student I observe or notice my presence (even if I&#39;m in the car, driving, or get to school), they are positioned vertically, make the &quot;Wai,&quot; bow down and bend the knee slightly. Respect.  In the community, the few who speak English try to flow into personal troubles me.See me as a reliable source, outside the context of social pressure sufferers. Look at me with eyes of freedom.  -December 29  And the sun sets on another Tuesday, 2011. From my room window Ingles, I see little Thai children making noise while playing football with a big green mountain behind them as landscape. And so here, in a typical village in the interior of Thailand, trying to lower the barrier between the local rural community with my title of &quot;professor of English,&quot; I get a message on my phone from a teacher from another school: &quot;Life is beautiful. &quot; It is.  -December 1  Last day of the project. They did a Christmas party to promote the English language and celebrate my departure. They see Christmas as something connected to the English, in a way. Presentations fantastic local culture that made me wake up one infinite curiosity about the culture of this region. I went to another room to talk to my students who danced and sang with costumes, and of those who played instruments with talent and energy. From then increased my sense of ignorance. I realized that was not in &quot;Thailand&quot;. I wanted to describe what I understand, what I saw, what I ate and then wanted to share what I read on wikipedia, but if they can, you can search for: region of &quot;Isan&quot;. Economically poor and culturally richer, more closely resembles (including language) with Laos, neighboring country. Well, everything in the wikipedia is true faith and I: P (I recommend especially the tab &quot;culture,&quot; containing much of what I see in my daily life here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isan)  I met a teacher around and had some desendimentos here. &quot;The culture is different,&quot; say when they wanted to go out with them.  (In one weekend I met Zoe, a friend from my university in Sweden that he would visit me in Bangkok but the floods have changed our plans. Somehow found it in one day on a trip we made with the group of AIESEC. The see you again soon in Singapore)  I could speak Rice caught, here and present in a typical three meals a day, and spicy seasonings. Can you describe the warmth and welcome of all, or the neighbor&#39;s fighting cocks daily wake me up at 6 am. Insects, the search for the girls by husbands and harassment that I, as a foreigner, had. Can you comment on the girls and boys 6, 7 years of age riding bikes around the communities, connected by the single highway. About transvestites who live and travel in integrated village (village of the interior, maybe 1 or 2 000 inhabitants). Or about the language &quot;Isan&quot; I learned poorly, hungry to communicate.  But yesterday, thinking that would not have greater impact than the impact of day to day, when I was having dinner at my father&#39;s farm Thai (or rather, Isan), he, as usual with a few gestures and words in English, said: &quot; go ... sick. &quot; I thought I was talking about me with a cold and he wanted me to go home to rest. In Thailand, says he does not understand. He said, laughing: &quot;dead&quot; (dead). I got into the car and drove home from a relative of someone my &quot;mother&quot;. Many people around, a lot of talk.Everyone looked at me and laughing at the news from abroad. Telling me I was beautiful, and making millions of play of any kind. On the ground in a thin mattress, lay a man, almost paralyzed. I could see the eyes in an effort to look at me. I was happy to witness the last moments of his life. For him, one new - in the end.  Cancer. Cancer somewhere in the belly (the maximum that I could understand the gestures). A man, fat, which later would know that the home owner, who showed me photos of your friends on facebook and wondering if the beautiful thought, was the most playful. Smile and made a point of making others, invited me and smile for me.It was a football fan and said Ronaldo. He also spoke of a &quot;White Buffalo&quot;, which I understood so far (in Wikipedia).  As the most captivating smile and the most attention among those present, I asked: do you know him? (pointing up the floor to the body, paralyzed, almost dead). He answered: it&#39;s my father.  Intense, friends.  -- Renand Grando