He knew that after our big break* I wouldn't be around him from my departure of São Paulo on. I don't wait for happiness to happen. If she** is not there, RUN like Lola. Faster! And far, further like where your thoughts on him would stop halfway before and stay there (We wish). Bangladesh happened to me. I was finishing my deplorable business administration college after seven years among several giving up tentatives. I hated the smell of capitalism that surrounded the woods of that place, well known as one of the best business school of Brazil (they wish). I never attended the lectures promoted by the academic groups. Learning how to make money is so over, not to say main stream, once what's worth living still remains priceless, says the stock market of my heart. Broker. Broken... Out of those ones, there was this one Lecture I decided to attend. On that day I discovered Yunus and this new concept of social business who saved me in the very end before graduation. I felt that it would mean all of those years at university: an internship where many things of the world don't arrive. Where many beautiful things from there have never showed up themselves to us. We will soon board my dear reader and I will take you to Bangla. Where my eyes saw many first things, my mouth tasted many first flavors, where my soul felt despair and rejoice at the same time and my existence was questioned night after night at the moment my consciousness touched the old pillows of my simple hotel room in the middle of Daka till 3am when the prayers in the Mosques gained life and killed my sleep.
(Marcelo Pires - What He Has Never Told You) *we loved Friends.
**because happiness would never be a man.