Australia: Portuguese Chicken What?

This is blasphemy, I tell you!

I brought a lot of feelings and experiences with me from Australia.
One of said things was the utter anger against this piece of culinary laziness.

I went around Portugal and double checked... There is no such thing as the "Portuguese Chicken Burger"!
We don't have it in Portugal, god damn it!
I made it clear to any Australian I would come across. You are living a lie, and you don't know it!

Anyway this little vent marks the return of my occasional writing exercises.
Keep in touch, will talk soon again...

Confusions

I don't know how or when this happened...

I don't know yet, how to deal with it...

I don't even know what caused it exactly...

It might have been obvious for some and a complete novelty for others...
Those that know me might have even suspected it but never told me about it...
On the other hand to strangers it might have been their first impression...It came to me as a complete surprise...
I never thought of myself like that...
My plans for the future did not contemplate this confusion...
Only recently, in a complete random conversation I realised it might be true...
Having made it all this time without realising it; this may well change everything...
I always believed I could be someone like that but I just thought I chose not to...
I thought that choice had been made a long time ago...

Standing on the back of the bus as I write this in my little note pad, between shakes and bumps; I feel I don’t belong anymore...I always thought I would be a corporate suit, and now I could turn out to be a strategic planner or even a copywriter...

What did you think?

Settling in

Every new beginning takes time and effort... It also takes some patience, which I am not particularly famous for...
After getting all the bureaucratic paper work done, it was time to find a new place and a new job...

Rushed into a new flat, having received a ton of money scam emails, I quickly I wasn’t going to stay there long... So I found a new one, that I can now call home...


The supposedly hard part would be to find a job, but honestly after spending 1 hour knocking on doors in Darling Harbour, I got mine.




The easiest thing in these multicultural cities is to meet people and make friends...
It is seriously the one thing I’ve found in common in all the big cities I visited/lived...With the World Cup, everyone’s sleep deprived and all the night life is scheduled according to who’s playing when...
Yes, because here the games are either at midnight or at 4.30am...Now I can’t wait for two things, to start my Masters, but also to start feeling the warm Australian weather...In sum, I’ve settled in...