I Left Home to See the World. I Didn’t Know I Would Meet Myself.
When I returned home to Brazil after a year in New Zealand, I was 18 years old.
My father looked at me and said something I have carried with me ever since.
“If every young person had the opportunity to live abroad at least once, maybe there would be fewer wars.”
At 18, I understood the words.
I don’t think I understood the idea.
I had left Brazil a year earlier as a very shy 17-year-old girl from a relatively small city, with a relatively small window onto the world.
This was before we carried other people’s lives around in our pockets. Before social media could show you, within seconds…
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