Recapitulação 2

WARNING: This is a very long tale of Brazilian bureaucracies. If you haven’t the heart to read all this, please just have a look at our last pictures of Brazil (Parque da Cidade, work of the well known Brazilian landscape designer Roberto Burle Marx) and wait until I write about something else. 🙂

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One of my student who was learning German in Brazil told me one day that he had family relatives in Angola. Some of them were trying to move to Brazil, some of them to Portugal, but it was particularly difficult  for one cousin who was born during the civil war and could not get a birth certificate… That person couldn’t travel because she couldn’t prove that she was born. I can’t even imagine in what state of chaos the country must be to not be able to provide vital documents to its citizens!

Our problem (if I can say such a thing in comparison) is other. My children were born with three citizenship ; Canadian (their native land), French (because of me) and Brazilian (because of their dad). When we want to travel, not only do we need to decide which passport will be the most useful, check if it’s not expired (like any normal person), but we also need to make sure that we have all accompanying documents because it is required of all travellers to comply with the laws of all countries, where you come from and where you are going.

In my case it was a nightmare to figure out what was needed to leave Brazil with the children to come back to Canada.

Since Canada now demands its dual Canadian citizens to always travel with a valid Canadian passport when traveling to or transitioning to Canada, we were happy to have those passports ready since the children’s Brazilian passports were expired. However I also learned that Brazil has now the same law, which means that if the kids ever want to travel from Canada to Brazil for a visit one day, each one of them will need to have both passports valid to travel. Luckily renewing a passport is about the same price as asking for a visa (Canadians need a tourist visa to visit Brazil). (Not that we are planning to travel again any time soon).

D was already here in Canada, when I realized that in order to leave Brazil, the federal police requires Brazilian children to have an authorization from the other parent to travel. So at first, since we were going to travel back to Canada with our Canadian passports, I checked for the Canadian consent letter form to travel with children. I filled it, emailed it to D for him (and a witness) to sign, and asked him to mail it back by regular mail (we had plenty of time then), because the signature has to be original to be certified by a notary public…

While I was freaking out because after 2 weeks the mail had still not arrived, I was also in doubt about which form was going to be asked of me. Was the Canadians form good enough for the Brazilian federal police? Would they stop me from boarding if that was not the correct form? Did the signature need to be recognized at the cartório (notary public) only por semelhança (by similarity) or by the more expensive authentication (in which case the person who signs has to be present — not possible) ??? I emailed the Canadian consulate in Sao Paulo to ask these very specific questions, but I got a standard reply of “check with the Brazilian authorities”.

The problem with the Brazilian authorities is that with a great air of certainty everybody tells you something different, even if they don’t know what they are talking about. What I wanted is to get the information in written somewhere online, which was very difficult to find indeed, but here is what I found. So, yes, I needed to have the Brazilian authorization form filled and signed by the other parent (D who was in Canada) and go to the notary public to have the signature recognized, thankfully, only por semelhança.

All this preparation finally concluded in the very last week before departure. I received the Canadian form (by the extremely slow air mail that took one month to arrive) and the Brazilian forms (by FedEx which took 3 days instead of 2 to arrive because the Brazilian customs were on strike — again). Just in time to have them recognized by the notary public. Thankfully I had my awesome in-laws to look after the children and I had no more job or home responsibilities because I was otherwise already running around like a headless chicken.

The same week, I also had to go to the veterinary with the cats, get their health forms filled, stamped, travel to the Guarulhos airport (2 hours of bus travel, to and from) to leave the forms at the Vigiagro (Vigilância Agropecuária Internacional) and go back to pick them up two days later. They certainly could have simplified the process and saved all travelers with pets from a second trip to the airport in the week before traveling… But that would be too convenient in the eyes of the Brazilian bureaucracy. (Don’t tell me they need two days to put a stamp on a form!).

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Parque da Cidade, SJC
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Parque da Cidade, SJC
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Parque da Cidade, SJC

So, until the day we were to travel I had no certainty to have all the necessary paperwork to travel, but at least I did all what I thought could be done…

So, what happened the day of departure?

We arrived well ahead of time at the airport. My in-laws had paid for a small bus with chauffeur to bring us all at the airport, our tearful good-bye committee and us, mother-in-law, father-in-law, brother-in-law, his girlfriend, and us. I was the one with the three children, two cats, 7 luggage, 1 small carry-on bag and a heavy back-pack. When the lady at check-in asked me for our traveling documents, I showed all our Canadian passports. Then she asked what was our status in Brazil and which documents we showed upon entering the country (5 years ago) (what does it have to do we anything, I don’t know, since we were LEAVING THE COUNTRY!). Start of panic attack here. I said that I am permanent resident and the children were born in Canada. I showed their official Brazilian transcription of their birth certificates. She had to call another guy from behind to double check. That wasn’t good enough. Breath in, breath out. My heavy backpack was full of all our documents, a dozen passports, birth certificates, marriage certificates (French, Canadian and Brazilian — ALL THE SHIT). What could I possibly show the lady that would suffice?!!!  Luckily I remembered, in the midst of my very jumbled thoughts, that I had the children’s (expired) Brazilian passports. Hey, that’s what we showed when we entered the country, no?! “Yes, that’s fine, you can show this at the federal police agent when you pass through customs – Even if they are expired?, I asked – Yes, even expired.” she replied.

Ok. Big sigh of relief.

After leaving the 7 pieces of luggage and paying for the cats, now was time for good-byes. There wasn’t a dry eye around, even if the men pretended to be looking elsewhere. The kids quickly caught on the emotion, and Uriel was soon sobbing profusely. It was the saddest thing.

After passing through security, where I had to take each cat individually OUT of their cages, take off their collar, and put them back again (thankfully they were both too scared to try to escape), we arrived in front of the Brazilian Federal Police officer. Now I was prepared and showed him the boarding passes, the Brazilian letters of consent (dully signed and certified), and the children’s Brazilian passports. After 10 WHOLE MINUTES, he exclaims, “Ah, but these passports are expired!”, “Well, yes, but we are traveling with the Canadian passports! Those are valid!”. Then I showed him the Canadian passports, I mean, the lady at the check-in had already explained that in order to LEAVE the country I didn’t need to show the Canadian passports, but rather the Brazilian documents. They were driving me crazy! Anyway, so the guy had 7 passports, 4 boarding passes, 3 consent letters and photocopies of D’s Canadian passport in front of him, he read EVERY SINGLE LINE of the passports very slowly, checked, and double-checked the names on the passports with the names on the boarding passes, and the consent letters, and after what must have been 45-minutes or one hour (a very long time to hold one’s breath), he gave me back all the documents (except the consent letters) and nodded his head ever so slightly. I wasn’t sure. “Esta tudo bem?” (Is everything alright?), I had to ask, just to make sure. Yes, yes, we could go!

After this I felt as if I was flying to the gate, even with the heavy backpack, the two cats, the cumbersome winter coats (please, carry your own coat, I only have two arms), the extra carry-on bag which kept knocking on one of the cat’s cage, and the three children that I was trying to herd… We made it!

And then a couple of hours later, after waiting in a very disorganized boarding area (nothing new here), and piling up in a bus shuttle, we somehow boarded the plane!

I will never more complain about the headaches of Canadian or, even, French bureaucracies.

 

 

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Recapitulação 1

Hellooo, I’m baaack! And happy new year everyone!

Now happily reporting live from the other side of the Americas, from the land of Ice and Snow! Seriously, what a contrast.

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A lot has happened in the months that I haven’t written here. It was a very stressful few months, a very difficult time for my family (more for the parents, than the kids, thank God), but also a lot of happy and wonderful things happened. We witnessed once again that it is in the most difficult times that the true nature of our family and friends reveal itself. The people that matter the most are really there to help, and the help sometimes comes from family (sadly not always), sometimes from very dear friends (that are like family to us), and sometimes even strangers! I thank God for surrounding us with such wonderful people.

I stayed in Brazil with the children at my in-laws that I love, and tried to maintain some sort of normalcy (walking to school every morning with them, teaching languages in the evening), while D had traveled ahead to Canada looking for a job, a car, a room to stay temporarily until we came, and a house for us to move in at the end of November. Not having any job in sight, not knowing where we would live, was extremely difficult, but the hardest for D and I was… to be apart. In our 14 years of marriage we had never been apart for longer than 10 days (last year when I traveled to Buenos-Aire because abuela died). Two whole months apart was necessary and ultimately we knew we would be together in the end, but I also realized how much we support one another on a daily basis. There were days I would definitely have appreciated his shoulder to cry on!

To add to this stressful situation, we’ve had to deal with a dishonest (Brazilian) moving company (GINTER — absolutely NOT recommended).

Before considering the move we had looked carefully at our savings and calculated how much would cost the plane tickets for the whole family (including the two cats and their paperwork), how much “extra” we had to spend on the move. Was is worth it to contact a moving company, or would we take the bare necessities in our suitcases? Our decision came down to the fact that even if we sold all our furniture (and we did), even if I sold and gave away most of my books (I did too. Can you imagine how heartbreaking that was?), we still had a lot of tools (the digital piano, my sewing machine, and D’s power tools) that would cost a lot to buy again “on the other side” even if we bought these things used. Plus, there are all the little things that are of no monetary value but remind you of a person, a moment, a time in your life.

So, after we made the decision to spend half our savings to have our most important stuff and memories shipped to Canada, they came to our house and packed our things. Shortly after, while they had our shipment ready at the port, they sent us the very salty bill that was the double of what was originally agreed! THE DOUBLE!!! So, when we realized that we simply didn’t have the money, we cried (well, mostly I did), we panicked, and decided that we would simply abandon everything! Let the crooks keep our junk!

Unfortunately we later learned that in order to abandon the shipment, we actually had to pay a very hefty fine (half the prize of the entire move – the amount we originally planned to pay) to the port authorities, because our container was already waiting at the port and wasn’t under the moving company’s responsibility anymore.

We didn’t know what to do. We lost a lot of sleep. I cried a lot. We prayed on our knees. (In all my life, I can’t remember if I ever prayed so much in my knees).

At the time it happened, I was at my in-law’s and when I told them what was happening and what we had decided to do, they said that it simply couldn’t happen. They would help us, they would help us with their savings, we could not lose everything like that. Not only did they open their house to us, fed us, helped me to take care of the kids, but they were going to lend us money?!! I felt the love. ❤

At the same time in Canada, our Russian friends Y&A (friends that are like family) helped us tremendously by connecting D to a Chinese friend, then a friend of a friend (strangers), and that’s how in the matter of a couple of weeks my husband first found a room to rent for October, then a house to rent for us when we arrived in November, then bought a car (from our friends who were about to change their car), and finally found a job! Our friends also showered us with gifts, all the electronics (computers, tablets, cell phone) that we needed (because after 5 years in Brazil, all our electronics had greatly suffered with the heat and dust)…

I am still an emotional wreck when I think about all this. Amazed and thankful.

Our things finally arrived here on December 29. All had been nicely packaged and arrived in great shape. The Canadian moving company that was taking care of the Canadian part of the move (The MI Group — highly recommended), comparatively, did an awesome job of communicating with us every single step of the way.

We had a very simple un-decorated Christmas this year. It brought me back to our arrival in Brazil, 5 years ago, when we spent our first Christmas in an empty house that was leaking from the roof, in a very noisy street corner where it was difficult to sleep at night, and constant sticky heat and humidity (our move took 7 months to arrive then). We felt so lost. This year was similar in the sense that we only had the essential (a roof above our head and heating in the house), and the most important (each other, our family together), but we did not feel lost, no.

We felt that after a strange 5-years, the Brazilian chapter of our lives, we were finally back home, in Canada.

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Obrigada, vizinha

Stress, emotions, don’t think.

The last weeks have been once more a whirlwind of activities around here. We have sorted through all our belongings, decided what furniture to sell, what few piece to include in our move, what to donate, what to toss in the garbage, what to give to the in-laws, what to keep for the next 2 months, etc. What exactly will fit in the luggage at the end of the 2 months is still a mystery, but one step a time is my motto these days.

Stress, emotions, keep going.

I have donated boxes of children’s books to the schools libraries. They were surprised to receive donations, and didn’t seem to know what to do with it, but I told myself that giving books to the public schools will give more chances for the said books to be read.

Stress, emotions, I feel lighter.

A box of young adult fiction novels in pristine, near new condition, in English, have been sold for a ridiculous low price to the language schools where I teach. Better than nothing, I guess. We would have paid too much to have them moved back to Canada anyway.

Stress, emotions, that’s OK.

I gave bags of clothes to charity. Clothes that I used to wear in Canada before moving to Brazil 5 years ago. I could probably have used them again in a couple of months, but I needed to get rid of extra weight, of extra volume, and my old layers of skin.

Stress, emotions, I don’t care anymore.

 

When it came to sell furniture, I didn’t know how to approach the problem. In Canada, it would have been as simple as posting pictures on Kijiji (or Craiglist, if you are in the States) and that’s about it. I did the same here, but to no result. Then I posted a public post on FB. A lot of shares and interest, but only one or two sales from it. Finally, talking to a very friendly neighbor (she knows the whole street on a first name basis) and her sister (who has lived in Australia and Italy, and now works as an ESL teacher here) (I gave her two dictionaries– she was very happy), they have spread the word to their large family, friends, students and neighbors and are responsible for selling most of my furniture… I am very thankful!

Stress, emotions, I am grateful!

On the week prior to the move, our oldest cat (Malok-the-cat) got very sick. We still don’t know what happened, but he simply stopped eating and drinking to the point that he was unresponsive when D called his name (he is usually like a dog and comes running when you call his name, especially hubby, ‘his’ special human). So D had to bring him to the vet and he stayed overnight with intravenous. After some tests, there is apparently nothing much wrong with him, except that he is old and stopped eating. So we need to force-feed him every day… (If you have ever done that, you know how increasingly difficult that is).

Stress, emotions, please move back with us.

The movers have come on a Friday.

D and I were both extremely sick with an ugly flu/ conjunctivitis combo, so we were all the more grateful for the packing team (half a dozen employees) that came with the truck, container and all the packing necessities. We were basically there only to supervise. In a couple of hours, they had already packed all our stuff! I was so out of it that I didn’t even bother to stay until the end, I left after lunch time for a nap, and D was there only to sign the inventory.

Stress, emotions, I thought I was dying.

The following days were a haze of accelerated back and forth between the “green house” (that’s how the kids call it now) and my in-laws house (where we are now sleeping), emptying our kitchen of all food, bringing over all the small stuff that we will still use  during our stay, then leave behind. The green house is empty of our belonging, and all cleaned, but we still have some furniture which is slowly being sold. I will most probably call the second-hand store to come pick up the left overs by the end of the week.

We have booked our plane tickets. D is now gone to Canada. Over here I try to maintain a bit of normalcy with the kids, going to school every morning, until we leave ourselves in two months.

The following piano piece has nothing to do with anything, except that is what I’ve been listening to.

Stress, emotions, relax.