Why?

When people ask me why i have come to Germany, it is hard to explain. It is even harder to try to explain to myself. What was the real reason? The need for adventure? The crisis, social, political and cultural problems in Portugal? Something else in my spirit that i could’t tell?

“Why do left Portugal?”
“What is your national major economical production?”
“Why Germany?”

One thing that i have learned about life, it is nothing comes as you expect. When i was a little child, i dreamed of becoming a great artist, a famous artist. I made paintings for people and asked money for it. When i was 6 years old i even put an Ad on my door for selling drawings, my mother didn’t knew about it and she was very surprised when someone ringed my door and asked about my drawings. It was a foolish child dream, or the only true and genuine dream in my life? The one that wasn’t corrupted by the problems and adversity that i found when i grow up. The need to survive, to study, to have a life, to find a job, to do what i love.  The urge to become the person my family expected me to be. I was lucky enough to be born in a portuguese middle class family, now middle class is almost gone. My mother always believed in me, even when i didn’t believe in myself, she was the one to push me up when i was down. She was the one, and the only one to believe in the girl that wanted to sell drawings in the house. Everything that i have, and everything that i am was due to her. And i want to pay her back, all her efforts. I want her to see her daughter safe, happy and independent.  My mother told me “i rather have you away, than having you crying and depressive in Portugal for not having a safe future”.