I am waiting for the FedEx truck. And when that uniformed man or woman steps out, I will tell you with certainty that I am going back to Brazil. Well, with certainty on the visa and rabid, schitzophrenic bureaucracy side of things. God can change his mind whenever he wants...
The visa service lady called today and ...
I GOT MY VISA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's all folks. Because there is a hot tub outside waiting for me to celebrate...and a stack of new books that need a little roughing up...
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