SONG: Caetano Veloso - Un vestido y un amor
The first time I flew was on
the 18th December 2008.
My mother had the travel
programmed for the 17th , but my father forgot to send a photo of a
document where he allowed us – my brother and I – to travel with my mother.
Some days before, Daniela, who
was my best friend, gave me a soft toy of Garfield, however, I lost it at the
airport.
I remember the plane was white
– like most airplanes – and the seats were blue. We were situated in the seats
of the middle. My mother was on my right and my brother on the left.
My mother and I were very
nervous, so she decided to sleep while I was watching a film with my brother
Vitor.
A few hours later, I woke up
and I realized that Vitor hadn’t slept yet as he was watching a film called
“Wall-E”.
The next morning, we finally
landed in Madrid, Spain. It was snowy and when we went out of the airport, we
saw my dad among all the people.
That was, on the one hand, the
best day of my life since I finally was in Spain. But, on the other hand, the
worst day as we had to leave our family in Brazil.
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