7 years ago today, I stepped off a plane and walked into a new world.
There were trees everywhere and I was hopeful. This was everything I had dreamed of as a child and there was a wide smile on my face.
And I knew barely a word of English. And that was a later reason as of why American kids teased me.
I did not know what the hell Jack in the Box was.
My views on America were so undeveloped…..
We did not live in a nice house like now…..
We endured big hardships, all right.
We had to live with intolerable, annoying people for a while.
And suffer through heat and boredom.
Soon after some months my hopes slightly dissolved.
So I formed my own.
While this is not an Inka Cola in the desert, it’s something.
But now I want to leave. Like I did in Peru.
There are bigger opportunities out there…..not in a country where 90% of food is grease and emergency healthcare for animals costs one a fortune.
Yet at least it’s not the vexatious environment of Peru….
If I didn’t live here, I would not have formed my own ideals and believed anything my mother told me instead.
I would not have discovered or seen my favorite band.
I would not have learned the language I fell in love with, English.
Or films! Were I still living in Peru, I’d probably like some awful contemporary stuff.
For you, I am grateful, America.
Though some of your inhabitants may be quite shitty, you are still a progressive land. Not a big fan of your economy though.
But it’s wunderbar.