I feel right at home already. As I land in Amsterdam I walk into a camera shop in search for an USB cable for my camera (since I forgot mine at home, with the charger) and the two male clerks are glued to the TV watching a world cup soccer match. They were not very pleased when I interrupted their concentration and quickly got rid of me. Everywhere else in the airport the scene is the same, employees glued to their mini TVs, just like in Brazil. Then Holland scores, general cheering erupts. I think to myself, wasted cheering… Brazil is going to win anyways ;)
I found my first European idiot. I guess they have those here too. It was an immigration officer that was rude and the more polite I was with him, the angrier he got. Until at the end, taking the ultimate insult he cursed at me in dutch. What I said was: Thank you, I hope your day gets better. I love that, idiots get totally pissed off when you are nice to them because they have no excuse to hate you.
Smithers has a lot of Duch people. I mean, a lot, and they are really, really nice people. The men are hard working and the women are so proper and tidy, organized, clean smart and sweet. As I am landing in Amsterdam, the land were prostitution is legal, and drugs are easy, I wonder: what the heck happened here? Can you imagine one of the little old dutch ladies that volunteer at the gift shop in my hospital, here, in Amsterdam? There must be a different kind of dutch here. That being said, I have not met that kind yet (except for that officer, I guess). All the people I have met were just like the nice folks back in Smithers. So I guess it proves that the bad reputation is just coming from a small group of rebels that were allowed to do as they please. I tried leaving the airport, but there is not enough time… Apart from the length the flight was excellent. I definitely recommend KLM if anybody is flying here.
At the plane to Bonn I sat beside 2 brazillians! Imagine that! They were hilarious and kept me good company, especially entertaining when the plane is going down since both of them were very scared of airplanes.
Em portugues:
Eu ja estou me sentindo em casa. Assim que aterrisei em Amsterdam eu fui procurar uma loja pra comprar um cabo USB pra camera (ja que eu esqueci o meu cabo e carregador). Encontrei uma loja com dois vendedores colados na TV assistindo um jogo de futebol da copa, que arrumaram um jeito de se livrar de mim o mais rapido possivel. Em todas as outras lojas a mesma historia, todo mundo grudado na telinha. A Holanda faz um gol, todo mundo comemora e eu penso pra mim mesma: que perda de tempo, o Brasil vai ganhar de qualquer jeito.. ;)
Conheci o meu primeiro europeu idiota. Eles existem aqui tambem. Um official de imigracao que foi super mal educado. Soh pra provocar eu fui super educada com ele, o que soh enfuriou ele mais ainda, ao ponto que no final ele me chingou em holandes depois de eu falar: muito obrigada, espero que o seu dia melhore daqui pra frente.
Em Smithers existe uma comunidade grande de Holandeses. Grande mesmo, e eles sao pessoas super bondosas. Os homens trabalham duro e as mulheres sao tao graciosas, arrumadas, limpas e gentis. Por isso, enquanto estamos pousando em Amsterdam, onde prostituicao eh legal e drogas sao faceis, eu nao consigo entender o que diabos aconteceu aqui Eu nao consigo visualisar uma das senhoras sorridentes que fazem trabalho voluntario no meu hospital morando aqui. Amsterdam deve ter um tipo diferente de holandeses, mas ao mesmo tempo, todo mundo que eu conheci aqui (com excecao do idiota) eh tao gente fina quanto os holandeses em Smitehrs. Deve ser pra provar o quanto um pequeno grupo de rebeldes, que podem fazer o que quiser, pode causar dano a reputacao de um grupo maior. Eu tentei sair do aeroporto pra visitar a cidade, mas nao tive tempo suficiente. Tirando o tempo de voo, a viagem foi excelente. Recomendo voar com a KLM se alguem estiver vindo pra essas bandas.
No voo pra Bonn sentei do lado de duas Brasileiras de Piracicaba! Uma comedia aquelas duas com um medao do aviao pousando… Um abraco pra Ana e pra Michalle.
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