After my eldest daughter attended the University of Exeter in southwest England two years ago, my youngest daughter went to the University of Iowa in the USA this year. One was content to study in another country, but the other decided to change continents and put an ocean between me and her.
If I had a third daughter, I don’t know if the planet would be big enough to find a university within walking distance of me that would satisfy her. I received many congratulations for giving Inês the opportunity to attend the university she chose. They tell me that I must be very happy.
But it was difficult to find happiness here at home, 7,000 kilometers from where she lived. To make matters worse, I know because I talk to her every day that my daughter is truly happy far away, alone, in a foreign country, surrounded by strangers.
He loves his classes, his colleagues, and the university. There is no complaint, no complaint, no tear. And that’s why there is no way to ask to return home. Here we see that society is poorly organized.
When parents allow their children to suffer, the authorities intervene and go to the house to pick them up and take them to a safe place. But when children leave their parents to suffer, authorities will not go to Iowa to pick them up and bring them home where they will be safe.
Perhaps the United States is not to blame, but the fact that it stole my daughter from me has made me look at the country with new hostility. The Americans strike me as a childish people, with a childish tendency toward literalism. Okay, that’s it.
Note that the President lives in a White House, and that’s why they called the building the White House. He works in the Oval Room, which is why it’s called the Oval Office.
They always do the same admirable exercise in sparkling creativity: they look at an object, check the name it has in the dictionary if it’s a house, they call it casa, if it’s a room, they call it sala and then add the qualifier of its most obvious feature, be it the color, be it the shape. I don’t know what she saw in the Americans.
He learned “creative writing” from these unimaginative people. I will confront you with this serious contradiction. If it was a desperate argument, she wouldn’t answer. But when faced with something obvious and reasonable, it will only take a few days for him to return home.