Saturday, June 20, 2015

Italianice

Há alguns anos, eu fui atrás do reconhecimento da minha cidadania italiana. Finalmente ano passado consegui que isso se realizasse, eu sou agora italiana, e minha mãe, Ines Giroleti Weiden está aguardando seu reconhecimento.

No processo, acabei me interessando pelo passado da minha família. Toda família descendentes sabe que o rastro dos seus ancestrais é coberto de estórias: de bebês nascidos em barcos, de pessoas fugindo de guerra, de viagens clandestinas. Pouquíssimas vezes essas histórias são realmente verdade.

Quando fiz a minha própria cidadania, o pesquisador que contratamos encontrou os Agliardi. Porém isso era somente um pedacinho da história inteira. Os italianos que saíram da Itália e que foram pro Brasil são de 7 famílias: Agliardi, Giroletti, Ferrari, Rossoni, Mannari, Monticelli, Gemerasca. São 7 porque somos Agliardi duas vezes!

O bisavô da minha mãe chamado Carlo Rossoni, de Ciserano, se casou com Giuseppa Agliardi, de Arcene. Mesma cidade de onde vem o Agliardi avô da Dolores, Giovanni Maria Agliardi.

Nos últimos meses eu comecei a pesquisar mais sobre essas 8 pessoas. Até agora já tenho informações sobre 6 dos 8. Nossa família é Lombarda, vindos da região de Cremona e de Bergamo. São de Crema, Treviglio, Arcene, Ciserano, Casale Cremasco, e outros locais que ainda não encontrei, mas ainda estou procurando!

No final das contas, a história de que os Girolettis eram "andarilhos" era mesmo verdade, eles migraram para diversas cidades durante a vida adulta, e os 3 filhos do Giuseppe Giroletti e da Martina Bianchessi que eu encontrei nasceram cada um em uma cidade diferente. Interessante não?

Espero que outras pessoas da nossa "famiglia" se interessem por esse resgate, que tem sido uma aventura para mim. E se quiserem mais informações sobre como obter o reconhecimento da cidadania italiana, podem me perguntar a vontade!





Saturday, March 21, 2015

Voltando pra "casa"

Em outubro de 2012 eu me mudei da Europa para os Estados Unidos para um desafio profissional. E em junho desse ano, estou voltando para a Europa.

O tempo que passei aqui nos Estados Unidos foram mágicos e únicos. Conheci pessoas ótimas, lugares ótimos e tive oportunidades profissionais maravilhosas.

As equipes das quais fiz parte me ensinaram muito, e espero que tenham aprendido um pouco comigo também. O time de infra do Facebook é um time dos sonhos.

Felizmente, eu sou privilegiada de trabalhar em uma empresa que sempre me apoiou e me incentivou a prestar atenção e aceitar novos desafios. E também uma empresa que me oferece a possibilidade de mudar de país, de posição, e continuar no melhor emprego que já tive até hoje. Sou extremamente grata ao Facebook por isso.

Não vou agradecer e listar um milhão de pessoas porque eu não estou me despedindo. Não vou sumir.  E vocês que fizeram parte dos meus últimos 2 anos e pouco, sabem o quanto eu aprecio tua presença na minha vida seja profissional ou privada. Trabalho para uma empresa que tem sede na Califórnia e sei que passarei bastante tempo por aqui, então não vou dizer tchau (também odeio despedidas).

Então amigos que moram na Europa, ou que visitam a Europa ao menos de vez em quando, a partir da metade do ano se estiverem passando por Londres me mandem uma mensagem e vamos nos encontrar, porque é lá que estarei morando.

Meu desafio profissional? Vou ajudar a montar os times de segurança do Facebook na Europa. Eu sempre "flertei" com segurança, porém nunca me dediquei integralmente a essa área, que sempre despertou meu interesse. Tenho certeza que vai ser uma experiência ótima e que vou aprender muito e quem sabe ensinar um pouco também.

Going back "home"

In October, 2012 I moved from Europe to the United States for a professional challenge. And in June of this year, I am going back to Europe.

The time I spent here in the United States were magical and unique. I met wonderful people, wonderful places and had amazing professional opportunities.

The teams I have been part of taught me a lot, and I hope that they also have learned something with me. Facebook's infrastructure team is a dream team.

Fortunately, I have the privilege of working in a company that has always supported me and also encouraged me to pay attention and accept new challenges. And also a company that gave the change of changing countries, position, and keep my job, which is the best I ever had. I am extremely grateful to Facebook for that.

I won't thank or list a million people and tell them how special they are to me because I am not saying goodbye. I am not disappearing. And you who have been part of my professional or personal life in the past two years know how much I appreciate your friendship. I work in a company head-quartered in California so I will spend quite a bit of time around here, therefore I won't say goodbye (I also hate saying goodbye).

So, friends from Europe, or those who visit Europe once in a while, starting this summer if you're passing by London message me and let's meet.

The professional challenge? I will help building Facebook's Security organization in Europe. I have always "flirted" with Security, but haven't had the chance to dedicate myself full time to this area, which always caught my interest. I am sure it will be a wonderful experience and that I will learn a lot and hopefully teach a little bit too.

nandaisms

When I started to work at Facebook, some people were amazed at some pearls I would verbally drop in meetings and conversations.

So they created a Facebook page for me, which was called nandaisms, as a way to collect those pearls: https://www.facebook.com/Nandaisms

Well, the page never really kicked off or became a thing, but I like the name. So I am renaming my blog. :-)

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Becoming Italian

In July of 2009, I hired a lawyer to assist me with requesting Italian citizenship. My mom's family is all Italian, and Italian was the first language my mom learned to speak. When she was at school, the teachers asked my grandparents to stop speaking Italian to their children because it was making their life harder to lear Portuguese at school. So they did.

My mom no longer speaks Italian, but as you can imagine, has a very strong connection to the culture and the country too. So when I was living in Europe, after visiting Italy with my mom, we started speaking about recovering our Italian citizenship.

Anyway, millions of small document correction processes later, in March of 2013 I finally got all the documentation issued, translated and validated by the Italian Consulate in Porto Alegre.

Since my mom wouldn't be able to apply in Italy any time soon, and the line in Brazil is 10 years long, I decided to apply for Italian citizenship myself, in the United States, where I live now. The consulate website said the average waiting time for processing such requests was 5 months.

I got my appointment scheduled for July 16th, 2013. There I was: nervous as hell, I entered the consulate to have a chat with a very friendly gentleman.

After filling up the forms, talking about retirement in the Alps and how Como Lake is beautiful, we agreed that, if I haven't heard from him until after New Years, I would email him and he would tell me what happened with my case.

Back I went to the office, and after 1 hour of traffic in the US101 from San Francisco to Menlo Park, life moved on. Business as usual.

December arrived, but no news from the consulate. Then in January I emailed the consulate to ask for news. I never heard back. I emailed again, and again, and so I did for several times. Radio silence. I thought they just lost all my papers and were not able to tell me or something. I thought it was all lost.

A few months after giving up on emailing, I escalated: I started calling them. I called once, twice, a dozen times. All the time I got the same: no response, until a message would say something along the lines "Thank you for calling the citizenship office. We are all busy, but leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as possible. Sweet! Except that after the beep, there was another message "This mailbox is full". No message for me.

I tried a few times again, and sent a few emails again. Nothing.

This past week, I was on my way to an event in San Francisco. It was a one hour ride in a bus, so I used that time to, once more, send an email to the consulate. About 20 minutes later, an answer. Wow.

The message said I should actually contact another email address. So I re-sent my message and went to my event.

At around 3:40PM, I got an email. The email said:

"Ms. Weiden,
Please find attached a scan of the letter of recognition. If you did not receive the original, you can pick up a copy when you come in for your passport, but please be aware that it is unfortunately water-damaged from the second time my office flooded mildly."

After the millionth time reading the letter, I start paying attention to the details: the letter is dated: July 25th, 2013. This is 9 days after I applied. What the hell?! My Italian citizenship has been recognized for almost 1.5 years and they didn't inform me.

So I go back home, drink more wine than it is responsible to do. Post pictures of my tongue on Facebook. Celebration time!

Next morning, with a hangover, Mark looks at the pile of mail we received the day before. One of them was from the Italian Consulate in San Francisco. It tells me that I will soon have the opportunity to vote to choose members for the Committees of Italians Abroad. So it seems I would get to know about it one way or the other.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

"Get out of the road!"

Tonight is our last night on vacation in Maui, Hawaii. We did a lot of nice stuff, this place is beautiful. But this post is solely about bitching on the crap stuff about being here.

I am a driver. I drive to work every day, even though it would take me about 15 minutes to cycle to work. The reason I do that? Because I want to save time. It takes me less than 10 to drive. And I feel an asshole about it. While I am on vacation though, I don't want to drive. I want to walk to places, and see how people live in the place I am visiting, learn about their local life style.

In Maui, though, you can't walk anywhere. I stayed in a place near Lahaina, and the main road that connects the housing neighborhood, the hotel neighborhood and the "downtown" is a big motorway with no sidewalks. As far as I can tell, there is no bus lines either, and there's no parallel streets you can walk in either.

The first evening we walked through a pitch black seaside park that had signs saying "this park is closed after 8pm" to be able to get to a restaurant. As much as I know Hawaii and Maui in particular is a safe place, walking in the complete dark and not being able to see whether you're stepping on poop, grass or any weird animal is actually pretty scary. Anyway, we got there, we got food and we took a cab back.

A few days later, we tried again: we walked from our Bed and Breakfast to Roy's, a famous restaurant that was serving delicious Thanksgiving dinner. That time, since we knew that walking through the closed park was pretty scary, we preferred to walk by side side of the road, yes, that motorway. It was pretty scary. When we were near the restaurant, Mark suggested we crossed the road in the classic "Frogger" style, but I told him that I could see a pedestrian bridge and that we should walk to that bridge. We did. We did so we could be pissed off by the fact that, if you walked from the motorway towards that pedestrian bridge, there was no way to access it. It was basically a bridge from nowhere to nowhere else. So we played "Frogger". When we got to the other side, we had also zero sidewalks to walk on, and ended up walking through a grass field that had those water sprinklers that would go on by timer. Luckily we did not get a shower and made it to dinner with only my feet, in summery sandals, completely soaked.

The day after that we took the "road to Hana". Supposedly a very nice adventure. I have to say that the trip was nice. We were advised that sometimes there was no space for two cars in the road, so someone would have to back off to let the other car go. What I wasn't told though, is that the road was perfectly signalized with the right stuff so people would know when to stop and wait for upcoming traffic. The other thing I wasn't told is that nobody respect those signs, making the journey into a complete life threatening nightmare. We gave up half way and came back home, to the bed and breakfast.

We decided then to once more walk to dinner, because it was towards the old town, and not towards the same direction as the "no fucking way there's no side walk to get there" restaurants.

We found out that we could walk through the houses in the neighborhood and then just cross the motorway to get to the other side, where Lahaina downtown is. We did that. The funny part about that walk is that the pedestrian crossing that cross the motorway literally brings the pedestrian to motorway crash barriers with no sidewalk in the other side. Literally once you got to the other side, you had to walk against traffic for a block before you found a sidewalk. We made it to the restaurant, and got a cab back home.

We repeated the same today to see the Old Lahaina Luau. I won't go on and on how the whole Luau thing was a sad celebration on killing local culture and turning it into a circus. On the way home, when we were approaching the pedestrian crossing that took us from the crash barrier to the other side of the street, a stupid asshole driver yells at the window: "Get out of the road!". Seriously? What the fuck in hell people think that cars have more right than humans walking? I just yelled "Go fuck yourself" back, because at this point in my vacation, I was just way too upset to have a discussion on how there was no other possible place for me to walk about than the stupid road, and that yes, I thought it was a stupid thing to do, but I had no other options at that time.

So, I got this awesome tip for development in Maui. Its a means of transportation that allows people to move from place to place, it avoids drunk driving, and spends very little energy: build stupid sidewalks and let me give up on a car, at least on my vacation time!

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Sobre a pilantragem...

Meu feed de notícias no Facebook é cheio de indignação com relação a corrupção que acontece no governo.

Não quero desmerecer ou tirar o direito de ninguém se indignar com alguma coisa, mas eu gostaria de propor uma coisa diferente. Vamos pensar sobre o conceito de pilantragem.

Eu não moro no Brasil há quase 10 anos. Uma das coisas que mais me decepciona com o povo brasileiro é a falta o senso de coletivo que se tem. Sim, as pessoas arrombam um laboratório para salvar os cachorrinhos abusados para testes de medicamentos e cosméticos. O povo sai pra rua para protestar pelo direito de protestar, outros vão para rua para protestar contra a corrupção, outros contra sabe-se lá o que. 

Mas será que muita gente não tá jogando pedra na casa dos outros com telhado de vidro? Vamos fazer o exercício do "quem nunca?":

Quem nunca...
  • mentiu na declaração do imposto de renda, só um pouquinho, para não pagar o imposto que deveria, e reaver uns reais a mais do que realmente era de direito?
  • passou na frente do outro na fila do banco, do médico, do mercado, do aeroporto, mentindo ter urgência por um motivo ou outro?
  • pediu para o amigo que trabalha na empresa para qual você está aplicando para uma vaga para dar uma "atenção especial" para si mesmo, ou para um conhecido?
  • ficou indignado que o SUS não funciona, mas quando um familiar precisou, deu todos os jeitinhos para que o tal fulano passasse na frente de todo mundo na fila, mesmo sabendo que salvar a vida do seu talvez custaria a vida de um outro desconhecido?
  • encheu a mala de muambas numa viagem ao exterior, não declarou para a alfândega, apesar de ser completamente ilegal fazer algo desse tipo?
  • colou na prova para passar de ano?
  • pediu um "jeitinho" pra conseguir algo que queria, passando por cima das regras?
  • conhece alguém que recebe uma pensão do governo que não deveria, mas nunca denunciou para o governo?
  • comprou num camelô, ou numa loja sem nota fiscal? Se foi na loja sem nota fiscal, pediu desconto em função da ausência da nota?
  • trabalhou como pessoa jurídica para poder burlar a declaração do imposto de renda?
Se você respondeu que sim a alguma dessas questões acima, seja bem-vindo! Você também faz parte do grupo de pilantras que faz com que o Brasil seja tão podre quanto é. Então pára de falar o Dirceu, do Genoíno e dos outros, porque a diferença entre eles e você é que eles foram pegos fazendo algo, ou supostamente fizeram algo, e você AINDA não.