To be an stranger

In Brazilian Portuguese the words “Foreigner” and “Alien” can be translated as “estrangeiro/estrangeira”, with the correct spelling. However, if you were to pay close attention to how the Brazilian people pronounce the word, you may notice that the “i” is silent, leading to something like this: “estrangero/estrangera”. Interestingly enough, if one takes the first and last vowels out of the portuguese word one will get the english “straScreen Shot 2017-03-18 at 3.47.40 PMnger”, which according to language dictionaries, and the thesaurus, means “foreigner” or “alien”. Full circle!

In order to go a little further with this word playing, I looked up the definition of “Stranger” in the dictionary, and it reads:

stranger |ˈstrānjər|


a person whom one does not know or with whom one is not familiar: don’t talk to strangers | she remained a stranger to him.

• a person who does not know, or is not known in, a particular place or community: I’m a stranger in these parts | he must have been a stranger to the village.

(stranger to) a person entirely unaccustomed to (a feeling, experience, or situation): he is no stranger to controversy.

hello, stranger!

humorous used to greet someone whom one has not seen for some time.

ORIGIN: late Middle English: shortening of Old French estrangier, from Latin extraneus.

So, here I am: a Brazilian woman, whom in the past 8 years has been living the American life. I am an alien, a foreigner, a stranger, or simply an immigrant. To be honest, that really never bothered me, but now, like many others who were not born here, I am in the spotlight.

Although this whole new situation which is still not bothering me, it is interesting to notice how behavior has changed around “strangers”.  Up to a month ago, people were usually curious about my accent, and the reasons that brought me to the US; but now things are different, and, as a result, I get questions about: my paperwork, my immigration status, my citizenship, and every once in a while, a funny “aren’t you too white to be Brazilian”.

eSTRANGERa.com has been up for years. I created the blog to talk about my views, and my different experiences as a “Brazilian soul, living an American life”. Since I wanted to keep writing in Portuguese (my natural language), the posts were mainly directed to the Brazilian public. But, that is about to change.

It is time for people (all over), to understand what it means when we talk about a world that is bigger than border limits. By saying this, I don’t mean that I am against immigra
tion policies, but I believe there are cases and “then there are cases”. I believe in the social rules, and citizen commitments we all have (some may be fair and some may not). For instance: don’t be a criminal, respect the laws, pay taxes, don’t run naked in public, recycle, etc, etc, etc. Nevertheless, I believe in the human race; in that everyone is looking to improve themselves, and their surroundings.

To sum up, I believe that when a (good) person decides to make such a big move for their life, the decision has to come with knowing the consequences. For example, there are going to be different customs, and maybe a different language. Agreeing with this, will make the transition easier and worth it. In this way, people are showing respect for the place they’ve chosen to be their new home.

MORE?… in the future posts of this new eSTRANGERa.!

By the way:  I am here due to a very universal reason: love. A love that is so big it taught me, that we are all destined for good. But, we have to pay attention to the simple little things around us. I left my big city life, for the woods. I left my well establish career, to become a house wife. I left the comfort of knowing my language, to struggle with an accent. I left my family: my loving parents, the bond with my siblings, the nieces and nephew that I’m not watching to grow, and the friends I will never replace, to start all over.

So far, this journey has been incredible and I’m happy to share, that when I opened my heart, and mind to the new, I started to discover myself all over again.

‘till next time 😉





Dear Phone,

before I start, I need you to understand that I love you. Yes, I do. At first, I thought it was just a quick fling, I really thought I had developed for you a kind of attachment that was easy to manage, but as the time has gone by, I’ve been noticing I’m getting more and more dependent on you. Our relationship has grown so much in the past years, that I’m afraid it’s getting to a point of no return, and I don’t want that to happen.


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I want to respect you for what you are: a phone. Yes, you became pretty handy with all this smartness you added to your calling ability, but you are still a phone. That’s the reality that we can’t change.

You and I knew, since the beginning, that I was (and still am) committed. And it just so happened my guy helped me add another one to our relationship. They both are my priorities. And I’m not even going to mention all the house duties, my work plans, and other little things that come along the way.

… I really don’t know how to say this without being rude, my dear phone, so I’ll just go ahead and spit it out: we have to break up.

Sorry. This isn’t working for me anymore. I’m getting very addicted to you, and it’s not good. A lot of the stuff you want us to do together, can be done later, when there is nothing else going on. You and I will have to learn to wait for the right time.

What?.. _ What about the people texting me?, you ask.

Well… Dear Phone somethings will have to wait. Or, even better, be done the old fashion way: through a call. Let’s face it: if something is so urgent that can’t wait for a reply, it better be done in a conversation by voice (faster and more efficient).

Yeah, Yeap… go ahead and laugh at me as much as you want Dear Phone. You know it will be very hard for me. News flash: I know that too. I know how difficult it is to break a habit, I was a smoker once (and I cheat on my non-smoking self every once in a while). But I have will-power and an infinite love for my guys, so if we want to get this thing between us under control, we will have to learn to balance our relationship with the outside world. Because in reality the world you are just my window to, can wait.



Now, what about you? Tell me about your relationship with your phone in the comments bellow. Do you have a story to share?