AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT! or How I got my Brazilian tourist visa

To prolong tourist visa in Brazil, as you can only imagine, there are a bunch of pointless processes and papers (probably no more than in any other country, but still, POINTLESS), among which one absolutely nailed me:


There is this certain document by which a Brazilian person who is your friend states s/he will be there for you if you are broke or need to go to the hospital. But it's not that easy. The Brazilian good friend needs to go to cartório, a notary's office, to validate the signature. 

To get this information in the first place, you need to go to the office of Federal Police. You need to go there, because there is nothing about it online (of course not).
I need to underline the fact of HOW big a city São Paulo is: 20 million people. 
So, "going to the office of Federal Police" is no joke! You need hours to go and come back - just to get the information! AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT!!



And here comes the punchline:


Once you've reached the Federal Police office, they give you the infamous paper, but THE EXAMPLE. The real one, that you are actually going to fill in and validate, you need to TYPE YOURSELF!!
Say whaaaaat?!? 
Wait, did I get this right?? So, I WENT to the office to get the information and they GIVE me the paper they already had to print and prepare, but not in such state that I can actually use it?!? 
I need to TYPE it, seriously???
Nothing online?!
Nothing online. I looked all over the place. It's nonexistent.
I, as a foreigner, a TOURIST, need to type a document in Portuguese!

 I shit you not.

I had like a little nervous breakdown yesterday about all of this and then I had to eat a lot of chocolate to come down.



But then today, I decided to always look at the bright side of life. 
Why not type it? I've never typed a document in Portuguese before! It's a whoooole new experience for me! Maybe I will learn something! (And I did. Now I know how to write letter "ã" and "ê", for example). I am sort of learning Portuguese anyway! (Are you getting the vibe of an always-positive-person - ticking-time-bomb, that is always so happy that you wait for her to explode any minute? Damn right.)
And to crown the turning of the horror into something you can benefit from, I've decided to see all this struggle as the way to my spiritual growth and give to the world! And so I made the draft pdf of a bloody document and it is now in my public Dropbox folder. Hopefully whoever next needs it will be able to find it there and copy-paste it, as befits. 



PROLOGUE


As I finally found myself back in the Federal Police office with all the receipts, certificates, copies and nonsences, inevitably I got a FT1P - a formula, probably invented in Serbia, by which the lovely lady teller working there is always going to find that one paper you are missing which makes the procedure absolutely impossible to proceed! 
It was 15 minutes to closing time of the last day of my visa, and the counter boss, an elderly guy wearing the Brazilian football team shirt you could easily imagine selling the delicious corn at the street to you with the smile on his face under that mustache he has, apparently wanted to go home. He and the lady discusses my case a bit, I could overhear: "What? She doesn't have this-and-this-paper?! Well, she doesn't have anything", and at one point he just looked at me seriously and asked (in Portuguese): "Are you with Corinthians?"

OF COURSE I AM! THEY ARE MY FAVOURITE TEAM IN THE WORLD!

I got a: "Woooooo!!" from the background of the office, a smile, and a stamp in my passport for another 3 months in BRAZIL.

Kad porastem biću DJ... na sahranama.

Imam želju da postanem DJ.
Zvuči smešno, jer zvuči kao "kad porastem biću pevačica", ali u mojoj glavi to je sada vrlo jednostavno: želim da podelim muziku koja mi se dopada sa drugim ljudima... osim što se svaki pokušaj toga do sada završio, pa, fijaskom.
Ljudima se ne sviđa muzika koju ja slušam.
A bude i da pokušam da "prepoznam i prilagodim"... a onda to bude potpuni fijasko, tada niko ne uživa. Ne umem ja da puštam regeton na žurci. Niti dobru čil-aut muziku. A ni muziku za kola.

Ali, potom sam otkrila jedno zadovoljavajuće moćno oružje da se otarasim tih ljudi oko sebe, kad je za to dobar trenutak.

Evo nečega iz epizode: "Višnja želi celu trpezariju hostela za sebe, a tek ponoć je".

What is BEING ME... and why the blog?

The truth is, I have no idea what "me" is. Do you?

If you're likely to even ask this type of questions, and if you think you have the answer, you might have probably given yourself some sort of label: "I am Serbian.", "I am an accountant .", "I am a homosexual with passion for straight men", "I am a Lopez", "I am Aquarius with the ascendant in Aries", "I am (his) girlfriend", "I am a punk rocker, I am nothing you want me to be!", etc. People need to know who they are.

You might have gone one step further in contemplation of self and said: "I am a universe experiencing itself through my existence.", "I am all."... which... you probably are... 
But, how does "a universe" wake up in the morning and go to work? How does "a universe" get hurt by a friend it confided in? How does "a universe" get its whole world around a new person it brought to earth as its child, to feed him, feel him, know him? How does "a universe" get fatally sexually attracted to a person it has looked in the eyes only once?


The truth is, we are all of that.
We are both "geniuses" and "saints" with the power we have within our minds, as we are physiologically animals. Mammals. 
And most of the time, actually, we are something in between.


And there goes a person I wake up every morning to be, wandering around this world wondering (or wondering around this world wandering). 
Trying to understand us humans.
Our labels. Our acts. Our grouping. 

Trying to find the balance between learning and concluding.

Being compassionate, but trying to keep true to herself.

Balancing between being safe and trying everything.

Balancing between genuine value of things and values my labels brought to me, genuine value of things and the value constantly commercialized to me by the media I am a daily consumer of.

Trying to understand what "me" is better and what all of this is about and what for (I mean, life).


And therefore the blog.
I walk through life experiencing lots of stuff: I meet people, travel places, watch movies, read, listen to music, consume art and it all is a part of my life and about all of it I am having this thoughts and polemics in my head. 
I write them down to my diary (for about 15 years now I've been keeping one).  
Finally I decided to share parts of it with you, World.

It was about a year ago that I started traveling, and somehow the travel blog was expected. 
And the truth is, I am actually making one. 
About my own journey.


I'd be happy to have you on board!
Share your thoughts, express your opinions, make your comments, I want to hear where your Rambles take you!