Wednesday, April 6, 2011


We usually tend to find life difficult, until some bad thing happen and makes things truly difficult.

A few weeks ago, I was in one more of my usual business trips to the US, when I learned that my mom was at the hospital for a heart surgery. She is actually pretty lucky to be alive. She had a test made which monitored her heart for 24 hours and the doctors learned that her heart stopped 24 times in that timeframe. Tell me about scary.

Well, I took the first flight I could from the US to Porto Alegre, to stay with her. I had a feeling that if I was there, she wouldn't be allowed to leave me. Or leave us.

She is fine now, and a happy owner of a pacemaker. She looks healthier than before. It is amazing how being healthy is always stamped on your forehead, but we just don't give a shit about it. We don't read the signs from our own body.

Anyway, in the middle of that crisis, which has passed but still affects daily life for all of us, I had the chance, for the first time in a few years, of spending 15 consecutive days with my family. I call that quality time. We were united again, we felt like a team again. Well, at least most of us did, I am sure.

I think I can say that two weeks ago I had one of the largest crisis in my life. I am so glad I had so many people I love and who loves me around, and that they also took care of me when I had to take care of others. That's how it is in the end. One helps the other and everybody gets stronger that way.

Now I am back to Zurich, to work, and trying to get my daily routine back to normal. It is hard, but I will get there.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Valentine's Day! Show your love for Free Software!

FSFE started a campaign last year, which I think is the most positive campaign for Free Software I've seen. So, let's join and show your love for Free Software!

I love Free Software!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

"These things happen"

In November, me and B were on our way to Zurich, waiting for a connecting flight in the Guarulhos airport, and B went to the ATM from Caixa (a federal bank where he has his account) to grab some cash. He did that.

Once he was back from Zurich, he learned his account had been cracked by some people using the ATM at the Guarulhos Airport. Ironic thing is that this ATM is just by the side (and I really mean door to door) of the police station at the airport. The people took around 1500 USD from his account. The bank detected the fraud and blocked his account. They said they would give his money back. As far as I know, he is still waiting.

Today, I went for manicure at the airport, since I had around 10 hours of waiting time between connecting flights. On my way to the saloon, which is next door to the police station as well, but to the other side, I saw two guys doing "stuff" at the ATM. They were talking as who take instructions from the mobile phone conversation they had, and typing some numbers, waiting, doing it again, going to the next ATM, doing the same, talking on the phone. And I couldn't help but wonder "What the hell are they doing there?". Probably they were again, doing some shit to the ATM and to some other people's bank accounts.

I got my manicure and pedicure done. It took me around 1 hour. When I got out of there I was surprised that one of the dudes was still (or again) there at the ATMs. Same thing: talking on the phone, getting instructions, doing whatever, typing stuff on the numeric keyboard, walking to the next ATM, doing the same, and so on.

I stopped at the Crepe shop which is around the same area, and stayed there paying attention to what the guy was doing. He finished his "stuff" and walked away.

After I was done with my Crepe, and was sure the dude was gone, I went to the police station.

I told them my boyfriend had his account cracked a few weeks ago from activity in that same ATM, and that I thought it was a bit ironic the fact that the ATM is next door to the police station. I asked whether they ever paid attention to the "activity" in the ATM. Also I told them about the dudes that probably spent 1 hour at the ATM machines today while I was getting my finger nails done.

There were 5 cops at that room. Not sure if there were more in the back rooms. They were all watching TV, except by a woman who was doing something on the computer.

They said it was pretty impossible to know what was going on there because they had other things to do, and that the staff doing machine maintenance in the ATMs was very likely to be involved in something like that. He said they knew it happened twice in that particular ATM in the past month. The dude didn't seem embarrassed at all by the fact that the ATM in question was just by the side of the police station where he is paid to be a policeman at.

And then he said "You know, these things happen".

I wonder when the police in Sao Paulo stopped feeling that crime is the problem their jobs is meant to solve.

After that, I left the station, and went walking very fast passed the passport control, where I knew my security would no longer be in those people's hands.