WHO IS VICUNHA

A simple 16 year old girl doing a exchange program in Germany. From Minas Gerais, with a typical accent and a lover of pão de queijo, I can say it's not easy to leave my city with 2,3 million habitants in Brazil, Belo Horizonte, and come live in a small village with 1000 habitants called Veldhausen. We won't lose anything by trying, right? And now I can say that, after 4 months in this small german-almost-dutch, I realise how important and essencial is to leave our little and simple lives behind. Exchange program is not just party with exchange students, cheap shopping and visiting famous places. It's growing up, maturing, learning, and the most important, changing. 


After I learned how to read and write, I knew this was all I've ever wanted for my life. I always write, almost every day, but just for me. No one knows it and this is the first time I write about it, but I've always write, just like a diary. But I didn't write things about me, about my feelings and these stuff little girls write in diaries every single day before go to bed. Altought, I did write everyday before going to bed. But I wrote about things I've learned, I have started to read, to listen, to know... I've also always wanted to have a blog. I've always had a blog, in fact, but it has always been abandoned just like others billion teenagers who like writing. I have no idea how many blogs I've done along 16 years, I've done templates, I got mad because for not doing it right, until I creat Vicunhavicunha. It has been abandoned for a long time, because my dear laziness didn't let me write all the notes from my notebook to my laptop. And as I'm growing up and learning, I'm taking this blog just the way I like, not fast, not slow.


I can't tell you exactly what I'm going to write here. But it has definetly nothing to do with cute texts and my feelings. I write about things I like, trying to make my readers know my opinion about the world and everything that turns around it.

ENJOY!


"Lord I don't know which way I am going, which way the river's going to flow. It just seems that upstream I keep rowing, still got such a long way to go. And that light hits your eyes, I know I swear we'll find somewhere the streets are paved with gold. Bullets fly split the sky, but that's alright sometimes sunlight comes streaming through the holes" 
"U.F.O" by Coldplay.