Gaijin

It only lasted five minutes or so. Maybe ten.
And it was in portuguese, all of it.

So that’s it - just five minutes to explain me that no, there is nothing wrong with you coming down here, it’s not us it’s them, we’d love to see you here soon, if you still want to come.

Five more minutes, then, to book a ticket. And a full week to prepare - I’m leaving next wednesday, five minutes after 10am.

Five or six friends to say goodbye to, five minutes to say goodbye to an unfriendly HR director, five hundred twentyfive thousand six hundred minutes to come - a bit less, actually, if I start counting from the previous post, but that’s the idea, one year in Brazil.

Five days and then two more, to say goodbye to a few blocks that had become my whole universe. Hotel, bar, office desk.

Five days to finish and handover a project I’m working on. Weekends do not count.

Five minutes, and a whole life then, to think about what has happened and learn something from it all.

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