Friends in my life

This weekend I had this felling that everybody is going to leave teh USA someday, and I’ll be the only one that will stay. Many people are here to make money, work, do the college and go back to Brazil. I’m moved here to stay, even thinking about work in Brazil some time in the future, very far future. Flavia, a friend of mine, left some months ago and I really interacted with her since the first time we met. She is a beautiful girls, white, black hair, smart… She was here to study and now is left to work in Brazil. I’m already missing Flavia so much. She’s from Minas Gerais, a state pretty close to the Rio, and she has the cutest Brazilian accent. I like to imitate and I think she doesn’t mind at all. I remember when I met her at the same day I met most all the people that I consider as a friend now. We spent a day in Sonoma, the wine country in California, and we liked each other at the first minute. Ther is another guys I met and left this country. There is Thereza, I didn’t even have time to meet her enough, but she sure is a good person. She went back to Brazil a few months ago too. The couples Gabi and Pedro are gone as well. They are from Porto Alegre, south Brazil, and they were trying to leave here illegally. Pedro was flying back and for to keep his tourist visa legal and Gabi doesn’t. I don’t know much about them because I didn’t have a chance to meet them well. Pedro went back to Brazil for some reason and somehow the immigration didn’t let him come back. He was deported from the airport. I don’t know for how long they were here but they were a life together. Gabi was destroyed. She packaged her stuff one month later and left. I remember one day before this incident Gabi wrote on her twitter something like “Pedro is coming tomorrow, I’m so excited… just Brazilians understand what that means.” That’s so sad. I’m really afraid, even still legal in this country, about the immigration department knocking my door asking me to leave. I have no idea what to do if one day they say I’m here illegal for now one. I think I will never make it.

Mariana and Amanda are still here. I remember when we went to Santa Helena with them. Santa Helena is another city of California known as the wine country. We went by car and on the way Mari and I talked a lot; she is here for many years and I consider her too much as a good friend. She is graduated in journalism in Brazil, and works in a Brazilian restaurant in Berkeley. She is also Amanda’s roommate. Amanda is just great: good energy, always positive, good friend. We drove by pretty places; the road is actually very enjoyed. When we arrived at Santa Helena we decided to make a picnic on the gardens of the city. What a great moment. We all bought food so we made a huge circle within twenty people. Everybody was there, Amanda, Flavia, Dijaz, Monika, Silvania, Karla… I met some people on that day too. There were some guy playing live music and we all appreciated that. Flavia couldn’t stop talking about the day she’s leaving and I’m still very sad about that. I spend $23 in a bottle of wine that cost $7 in the grouched store.

After that we drove back and my friends and we decided to buy more wine, food, and make a dinner in Silvana’s house. Dennis was too tired and decided to go home. Silvana, or just Sil, is aur pair (I have no idea how to write it, but it’s related to take care of kid’s) and her bosses were traveling. That was a really cool Saturday night. I did something that I really like and missed during these passes days when I’m so busy for everything: to be with my friends, and don’t fell alone in this country. We made Brazilian food and stayed at Sil’s all night long. At the end, we made a toast in occasion of our friendship. Agustina, an Argentinean woman also our friend gave me a ride back home. Agustina is very nice and sweet. Dennis and I sympathized a lot with her.

I went out a lot with my friends in Brazil. Gabi, Roberta, Leo, and I were so close and always going out together. I started being very close to Gabi some years ago, and them Leo starts to be part of our friendship some time later. Every Friday night Gabi’s apartment was our meeting point, and from there we decide where to go. I always arrived in Gabi’s apartment with a bag full of beers and a rose from the rose stand right in front of her building. A little more them one year later Roberta and Gabi start dating. I already knew Roberta, but we aren’t friends. I met Roberta when I was dating a guy called Bado and I was doing too much drugs during those times that I can’t remember so well. Roberta and I became so close and so fast that I think scared Gabi a little. Being honest it scared me too. There is almost no weekend without seeing those guys. We went to parties, sleeps in motel rooms together, helping each other. We’re very close friends, a fantastic time. I felt so sad when I left them and move to the U.S. We reserved a great motel room in Copacabana and made a huge party, just four of us. The when Gabi and Roberta took me to the airport next day. I didn’t cry, I never cried in front of them, but I did cry thinking about them later. Now after this awkward situation happened between the girls and me, I never being so hurt in my life.