Life back in Brazil.

 It is strange to be back. Things have changed, but unfortunately not for good. Discrimination and inequality still a big fight. 

I am struggling to understand the economic class I have been place at. I am no long a poor, but I am also not rich. I see myself as a privileged person. I struggle to understand the clear way to solve the problem, but those around me can't see or refuse to see. 

I am no long aloud to give me opinion, because I am no longer a person in need, but part of those privileged that see the problem, see the solution but can't do much to change. So I keep pointing and feeling incapable. 

But I refuse to give up. I spend my day thinking in how can I make a difference tomorrow. I refuse to give up. I don't care if I am only one. If today I do a difference in one life ou in one subject, it will be the excuse to get back on my feet tomorrow and deal with my struggle to understand and make a difference. 

The beginning of my memories at 5!

I have a fresh memory when my parents had the last fight.
My dad was not a faithful men to my mom. She was a very strong and hard worker as long I know and remember.
My dad just got back from the market. My brothers and I did not understand why my mom was so furious with my dad.
At the time I just remember my mom screaming and my dad cutting all the flowers he had bought at the market. Our neighbors came and took Dimitry and Iacov out, but they could not take me. I stood between my parents screaming for them to stop fighting.
My dad left after my mom brook a jar on his back.
Later I heard that my dad came home with a excuse that he was late from the market because he was helping a friend and that he had to go back to finish help that person. The truth is that he was renting a apartment for his mistress and she was waiting for him outside of our building. That was the last fight my parents had before they finally separated and had few more fights after but not more in our presence.