Back in Action! (see below)

I’m officially a blogger. I received threats of violence and legal battles because of some former entries. I have since realized my words might have been a bit hasty and out of respect to the offended. Anyways I´m back in action! (See above). Oxbridge my job promised to have accommodations for us waiting when we arrived in Jundiai. So back in January I was the first to arrive at the residence house and I had first dibs. The dono or owner of my house showed me a large room that he planned on renting to two people or he would rent it as commercial space, I didn’t want to share a room with anybody so I took a room with enormous cockroaches, holes and a musty, moldy smell. When my colleague Roman, (a name not a member of the civilization) arrived he told the Dono that he would stay in the larger room and he wouldn’t share it with anyone. The Dono said that was ok but at some point he might rent out the room and Roman would lose his spot. So When our two other colleagues Peter and Peter, one Canadian and one Brit arrived there were no more spots for them to stay. The school scrambled for accommodations and eventually found students to put them up however they live a far away from school. British Peter or as well call him in Portuguese, Petinho (litte Pete) is living with a nice girl whose parents are conflicted about their daughter living with a unmarried man, also the apartment is bigger and more expensive than she would care to spend so Pete has been looking for a place for the last few weeks knowing that his roommate would be moving on to bigger and better things. So I’ve been asking my classes if they would like to put up a teacher. I mentioned to the Dono if he had any spots in his residences at this point and he said he only had spots in the Women residences. I told him that my colleague was half woman referring to his British nationality, however the Dono found this amusing. Unexpectedly two days later one of my roommates moved out to be closer to his family. He was a married man who lived in Jundiaí during the weeks and went home on the weekends. I guess he couldn’t stand it anymore and he will be doing a 3 hour commute from now on. So anyways his room opened up and my Dono informed me, however he was a bit cautious renting to the room to a half woman or as he assumed homosexual. I told him not to worry and he would be fine. I informed Pete about the room and we took a look at it. While the room itself is smaller than my room, there is an exterior door that leads to a private garden of sorts, including tall trees which appear to grow bananas, hanging red ladder shaped plants and various other exotic flora. The room is also significantly cooler and has a less pronounced dusty smell. I realized I screwed up by offering Petinho the room and I would have to pull some snaky maneuvers to get it back. Coincidentally the Dono informed me later that day that he had been receiving many offers for the larger commercial room and Roman would have to leave. So we pulled a switcheroo and Roman took my room and I moved to the new room. The Dono said that he would prefer to rent the larger room to two people such as Petão and Petinho (big Pete and little Pete). So they can take over the big room if they want and be within two minutes walking distance from the school or they can continue to live at the end of the world. In the end I felt a little bit immoral about referring him to the room and then turning around and taking it myself, but he should feel a little immoral about housing soldiers in our houses, taxing us without representation and charging us obscene taxes on our imported teas! This one’s for Uncle Sam. USA! USA! USA!