A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound.
There we were my friend Doris and I doing the monthly cleaning in our apartment.
I have persuaded Doris to come to Rio de Janeiro with me for a year of studies abroad, was our second month in Brazil and we were having a blast. Studying architecture means having a lot paper at home and a lot of trash. It was a nice Saturday morning, she was picking up paper that we needed and I was trashing the rest.
I opened a drawer and picked up an envelope with money and here’s where the drama starts.
That envelope had the cash our parents gave us when we left, just in case we had problems with the credit card and for the rent until we figured how to transfer money directly.
Back to the drama, I grabbed the envelope and threw it to Doris saying “Trash this, it’s useless”, she took the envelope and put it aside.
Cleaning time finished, life went on as normal, down to the beach, Monday to school and then Friday came, I needed cash and didn’t want to use the credit card, started to look for the envelope, NOTHING! I called Doris she said she hadn’t seen it, no one else had access to our apartment so we sat down and thought about it, soon Saturday cleaning time came to our heads, none of us recalled putting the envelope back in the drawer, we had trashed more than 5G.
Now, you my fellow readers, you that have kids, how would you receive news like that?
How would you react if your sweet little offspring calls you and tells you “Mom, I trashed 5 grand”?
I didn’t want my parents find out, I decided I would rather starve than to tell my parents we have done that.
We had to be very cautious, we couldn’t start using the credit card like crazy because parents would suspect. We could have faked a kidnap but that’s a crime and neither of us wanted to end up in jail in Rio.
Prostitution was not an option, you needed dressy clothes and that meant money which we didn’t have to start with, but I did whore myself out later on, not because I needed and not in Rio, I was already out of college, it was a coincidence, I’ll tell you on a future post or not.
We decided to starve and to take turns going to school because the bus was too expensive.
We would eat bread with butter and coffee, plain coffee, no money for milk. We would tried to get invited to people’s places to eat, we experienced poverty and hunger first hand. Sure we had a nice apartment, great view from our balcony, balcony that heard me cry many nights because I was hungry.
After 3 months of enduring strict dieting and living like Amish, we came clean-ish, of course we said it happened only 2 weeks ago and that it was about 1g, it wasn’t that bad, they felt sorry and send us money.
Now whenever Doris and I meet we go over that and laugh really hard, only we know how hard was it.
Did I learn something out of that experience?
Not a single thing.