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Where Is the Island of Happiness?
And so, suddenly, Christmas and New Year’s Eve have passed, and here we are in another new month — I’d like to digress on the notion of time, but I’ll leave that for another day.
And in this beautiful season when we usually have the opportunity to be in touch with family, the most direct reflection I got in these days of rest, too much food and drink, is the following: no one is really satisfied with where they come from.
Humanity's problems always seem universal, and no matter how hard we try to change location, they somehow, stronger or weaker, always end up catching up with us.
During this beautiful season, I reconnected with a cousin of mine, who is more than family to me and is in the circles of my best friends.
She moved to London more than three years ago in a leap of faith and courage that has proven fruitful in her life. She is happy and feels fulfilled professionally and emotionally, so it seems.
London and England gave her opportunities she would never find in Portugal. She is an apologist for the idea that we should leave this damn land and look for a better way, and hers was in the land of his majesty the King… (weird not saying the Queen).
Also, an advocate of this idea is a Portuguese journalist that I read regularly. Every time I open the…
