winter memories

photo: Fanny Perret

We'll never forget the first snowstorm we witness... Freezing, wet, white, it's something! At the same time, it may be awesome for who is not used to. Become beautiful to foreign eyes... A romantic souvenir, even if chaotic.

All novelties turn us into a kid. That is wonderful, although all damage and trouble caused by this worst blizzard occured in Montreal area in December.

making a storm in a teacup

I recognize that it is not fun suffer the effects of a hurricane (NOT AT ALL!). Nevertheless, I have the impression that USA are always maximizing everything in favour of them (news, included!).

This makes me doubt about (the dimension of) what is REALLY happening there. After all, anything which occurs in yankee's territory (mainly in NY!) seems be more important and relevant than whatever, wherever... (!)

Egocentricity, imperialism... call it as you will! Not minimizing its consequences, but the fact is that I suspect that Sandy was worse to Haiti, for example. Poorer, miserable, where situation is supodesed to be even more tragic.

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On the other hand, differently from Irene (which passed last year accros the Est Coast), Sandy was not such intense here, in Quebec.

by force

A sad reality among so much happiness and perfection...

I’ve never thought about rapes or sexual violence in Canada. However, today I was informed that around one in four women has suffered some kind of sexual abuse here, or even attempts, at least once in  her lifetime. “Too much!” - I said impressed to Julie, who attended me in the 2110, giving me some information about sex issues.

Actually, I don’t know if this number is refered only to Montreal (Quebec) or if it is a mean of all their cities. I used to live at easy, calmly, with no worry about that here… until tonight! Coincidently (or not!), a guy tried to grip my arm under a viaduct while by my side. I was a little afraid, without understand what he wanted... and could do with me there. Fortunately, nothing happened due to a lady who passed by bike exactly at that time, disturbing him (and helping me by chance! - Thanks God). 
   
Although Mtl seems being a peaceful and safe city for women, it‘s better pay attention - always! I‘m going to inform myself about who are the men who commit it, the way it occurs here and why. I‘m sure that the reasons (besides the “basic” uncontrollable desire of pervert men) are different for the Brazilians. Let’s verify… and as soon as possible, I’ll write explaining something which is simply inexplicable - inadmissible and unforgivable.

By the way, congratulation to people who help others with these sexual problems, all demages...

Despite implicit, the heaviest scene I’ve ever seen about that was played by Monica Bellucci in the French movie Irréversible. It’s extremely distressing. I hope nobody, experiences it, or undergoes a traumatic similar situation, wherever.

Better if I could help them... So, (hey, ho) let's go!  

il est passé par ici

Le premier ouragan, on n'oublie jamais!

J'ai eu peur.

Irene a laissé des dégâts sur son passage dans le Canada, et des mauvais souvenirs dans ma mémoire.

[WHOU-OU-OU-OU...]

keep sober

(not to playing the goofy!) 

It’s disgusting the people's behaviour way when are drunk. Losing and forgetting things, besides sometimes not being a pleasant person in reason of talking to loud and closer of other people… There are not only many losses, but enough mistakes - such as falling down and being sick, for example.

What is the limit? How can we drink without suffer any embarrassment? I suppose that is our predisposition to be happy or sad. Balance is all the best - necessary to keep walking without the help of at least one of the hands on the wall or worse: on the floor (it happens, unfortunately).

I’m not lying saying that I’m not going to drink anymore (those untruthful sentences we say when hang over….). However, I’m confessing I’m tired to losing my senses (as also the good sense, of course!). I’m definitely giving my guardian angel long-lasting vacations.

O+

É esse é o tipo deixado em cada trabalho que faço. Dou meu sangue, não porque me pedem ou exigem explicitamente, mas porque me esforço MESMO, oferecendo o melhor de mim, na raça. Mas, por vezes, e infelizmente, o mesmo acontece em função de socos no estômago ou facadas que acabo levando.

Ser apunhalado (seja pelas costas, ou descaradamente), intencionalmente, ou “sem querer”, no trabalho, amor, amizades... por quem quer que seja, e pelo o que for (!), é uma das piores sensações que se pode ter. E não pelas feridas em si, mas pelo desapontamento envolvido.

Esse é o tipo de dor que deixa cicatrizes, marca para sempre. Talvez quem agrida chegue a esquecer um dia, mas quem é violentado pode até perdoar, superar, mas não consegue esquecer jamais. Depois de um tempo, a gente aprende a se esquivar, a evitar, sendo mais difícil de nos atingir (profundamente). E até dói menos a frustração, o desrespeito sofrido. A hemorragia é menor, estancada mais facilmente.

Perdas e danos deixam-nos mais fortes, esta é a verdade - o próprio filme homônimo mostra isso. Mas haja sangue, desgaste e lágrimas derramadas!