始まり
Ilha Grande (BRAZIL-PI)).
A tiny city cursed by a lack of infrastructure.
People around me always saw me as a little genius,
and do you know what's a little genius biggest weakness?
Ego
In my 14s, I fell in love with the Japanese language and fed the audacious dream of enrolling to an exchange program and graduating in Japan. I studied obstinately, preparing for the future I was designing myself.
「はぁ?!
日本に交換留学で行きたいの?
数学オリンピックが勝ったわけじゃないよ!
バーハハハ!」
During a call to the consulate, my dream was shattered. The her laugh mocked my dream. After all, how could an ordinary boy from Piauí, from a tiny little town, who "never won at a math olympiad" get approved on Monbukagasho?
Those laughs buried the shreds of my remaining dream. For years, I put away my Japanese books and walked away. I was pushed into the darkness, seeing my plans turned into a ruin of rubble.