From Maria's diary, four weeks after arriving in Geneve/Genebra: I've already been here an eternity, I don't speak the language, I spend all day listening to music on the radio, looking round my room, thinking about Brazil, longing for work to begin and, when I'm working, longing to get back to the bording house. In other words, I'm living the future not the present. (...) Since you can't open the windows in the plane (I had never expected that. What a shame not to be able to breathe in the pure air!), I will die here. But before I die, I want to fight for life. If I can walk on my own, I can go wherever I like.
From Maria
From Maria's diary, four weeks after arriving in Geneve/Genebra:
I've already been here an eternity, I don't speak the language,
I spend all day listening to music on the radio,
looking round my room, thinking about Brazil,
longing for work to begin and, when I'm working,
longing to get back to the bording house. In other words,
I'm living the future not the present.
(...)
Since you can't open the windows in the plane (I had never expected that.
What a shame not to be able to breathe in the pure air!), I will die here.
But before I die, I want to fight for life.
If I can walk on my own, I can go wherever I like.