After approving my UNB TCC on Manuel Antonio de
Almeida and his "memoirs of a militia sergeant" I went on to pursue a
doctorate in the States - California, of course.
I boarded having in my backpack the precious
volume of “Sergeant” and on my flight were Oswaldo Montenegro and Fernanda.
Both would participate in a Netflix-funded documentary about Amazonian burning.
He is responsible for the musical score with his "Melancholy" and she
is in charge of narrative narration. As soon as I reached Uncle Sam's land, I
was surprised by an earthquake that destroyed a supermarket. Luckily I wasn't
there.
Once settled in a little room, sharing the
small space with a Jamaican and a Hindu, I resumed the research project.
To my surprise another earthquake, this time in
Terra Brasilis. The CNPq was contingent on its budget and the scholarships were
suspended, that is, cut sharply.
I was in trouble and without money to return to
Brazil. I then sought out a friend of my sister, based in LA as Chef de Cuisine
who specializes in exotic dishes. He told me he had a supplier of the raw
material "Cannabis", a smart American who owns an extensive
plantation of the herb for medicinal, recreational and culinary use. I was
hired to work in the harvest of the plant, but without having the necessary
dexterity for the job I just dismissed. The Chef, my sister's friend, pointed
me to a job at a vegan / vegetarian fast food. I started by washing dishes, toilets,
and doing other noble tasks by academic standards until I was promoted to a
waiter and earned a badge.
On day off days I would surf so as not to freak
out.
One fine Californian afternoon came to my work
two customers who ordered hamburgers. Recognizing me as a Brazilian, they
dismissed basic English and chatted. He then learned to be the two former assistants
to a senator (investigated by the Brazilian PF for money laundering). I noticed
that they had 'oranges' faces. I tried to take the issue to the present day in
Brazil, but one of them changing the direction of conversation, asks in the
most intimate way, “Eduardo, is this hamburger organic”?
I replied with my best smile from Alice's Cat
that the hamburger as well as organic was special because it was produced by
herbs grown in climate-controlled greenhouses.
Gratefully, they each ate two hamburgers, and
took half a dozen 'to go'.
I gave up academic life and set up my own
business: “Cannibal,” a San Diego-based food truck trailer specializing in
cannabis Acarajé and other delights.
(Translated from Portuguese by Google translator)
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