The other night I had a dream in which I picked up a four-leaved clover. The forth leaf was in such a strange place that when I woke up I immediately drew it down with the instant comment that showed up in my head. What I wrote myself was so much addressed to me but I only understood it today when I received the official cancellation of my application for a EU project.
A couple of months ago I applied for a EU funding, which was supposed to subsidize an expensive one-month language course in Lisbon, along with the accommodation and flight ticket in February 2012. That was basically the reason I came in Brazil "waiting" in a portuguese-speaking country for the big moment in February. The letter is not even one of disapproval, it is to inform me why my application is cancelled. My bad by oversight.
I cannot say that I am overcome with happiness, but surprisingly enough, I am not upset as well. I am pretty secure Portugal will happen to me, obviously not in the way I planned. Sometimes the luck is just not where you expect to be...
At least now I don't have a deadline to leave Brazil. And I am curious and awake how, when and what will lead me to Portugal.
A couple of months ago I applied for a EU funding, which was supposed to subsidize an expensive one-month language course in Lisbon, along with the accommodation and flight ticket in February 2012. That was basically the reason I came in Brazil "waiting" in a portuguese-speaking country for the big moment in February. The letter is not even one of disapproval, it is to inform me why my application is cancelled. My bad by oversight.
I cannot say that I am overcome with happiness, but surprisingly enough, I am not upset as well. I am pretty secure Portugal will happen to me, obviously not in the way I planned. Sometimes the luck is just not where you expect to be...
At least now I don't have a deadline to leave Brazil. And I am curious and awake how, when and what will lead me to Portugal.
