Não é preciso estar perto para se fazer presente
Simplesmente somos o que decidimos ser
O início é sempre belo; o futuro,
Histórias inacabadas vivem para sempre em nossa mente
Um olhar pode viver por um momento ou, quiçá, ser eterno
Tempo e distância fazem qualquer guerreiro doente
O melhor encontro é um presente que não esperamos
Qualquer sonho é possível quando se é crente
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É sempre legal encontrar pessoas talentosas e ideias que nos inspiram, principalmente quando isso acontece de forma inesperada. Encontrei o Henrique Kipper (@GothicStation) assim, no Linkedin, até hoje sem saber ao certo como — deve ter sido o tal do algoritmo. Sendo pela tecnologia, sorte, deus ex machina ou por um milagre do universo artístico para que uma simples história pudesse ter sua roupagem final feita sob medida, depois de uma breve conversa e algumas mensagens, ele já estava trabalhando em alguns projetos da editora e, após algum tempo, havia concluído a arte da capa para o meu primeiro romance. Vários acontecimentos em minha vida me ajudaram a entender e crer que, por mais difícil que seja, vale a pena esperar e, ainda mais tratando-se de ARTE, as criações realmente têm vida própria; podem ser elaboradas por um criador mortal, mas, tão logo recebem o sopro da vida, não são mais propriedade de ninguém, possuem sua própria vida e o seu próprio tempo, sua história pessoal, sua existência imortal. 📘♾
Obrigado, Henrique! Até breve… 🎨
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Artista: Henrique Kipper (@GothicStation)
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Our story with Daegu FC started in 2011. It was close to the end of the year when my father received a phone call. After some minutes on the phone, his face expressions were getting happier and happier. It was a job offer to work in South Korea, in a soccer club called Daegu FC. And the offer was not only for my father, but for the whole family. The club was creating a new team with a new "Brazilian Philosophy": 4 Brazilian coaches leading the team + 3 Brazilian players. It seemed such a great idea. They also promised us a house and a car to use, an Interpreter to help us with the language, Medical Insurance for the whole family and the International School for my sister (freshman in High School at that time), all paid by the club. It was more than we could imagine. Our situation in Brazil was not that good, we always thought about living abroad, always dreamed with an opportunity like that... it was such a chance we couldn't miss!
And it was great! We had never experienced such a cold weather, amazing mountains, different food tastes... everything was unique and special. Until the first problems started to appear... It was time for my sister to go to school, but it seems nobody really cared for it. Eventually we also had to go to the hospital, even though we didn't have any Medical Insurance. And that was the first lies. There was no International School for my sister (even though we had received all the documents from the school a few months earlier, when we were in Brazil). Everybody also pretended that they didn't know anything about the Medical Insurances for the families. Our fantasy started to ruin... My sister (with another Brazilian girl, one of the other coach's daughter), were supposed to be at school, studying, but they were at home instead. We also had to pay a really expensive fee every time we needed any hospital service. That was not cool.
After some weeks in Brazil looking for a new job, my father was indicated to a Chinese team that liked his curriculum and decided to hire him. Back to Asia, but living alone in one of the coldest cities of China. And so it goes for some months... and then, all of sudden, we received a message from Daegu FC in May, saying that they wanted to bring my father back. Different than 2012, the team was not having a good performance at the championship. They were at the bottom of the table and had not won a single game in the whole year. Even though the situation was ok in China, my father had a conversation with the Chinese directors, explained that he wanted to stay close to his son in Korea, and they agreed to put an end to his contract. Then, he was free to come to Korea. And so he did, even with pay cut. At first, he signed a 1-year contract (from June 3, 2013 to June 2, 2014), with 3 airplane tickets for the family (go and back) to visit him, and the promise of a renewal for a longer period contract. |
| The three tickets we have never seen. Two years without seeing my mother and sister because of this. |
The months passed by and, even with some victories and a clear reaction from the team, they could not make it and Daegu was relegated to the Second Division and its last game at home. Such a cold and sad day for everybody. It was already December and time to start thinking for the new year's challenges and obstacles, all the preparation to go back to the First Division.
We got crazy with this situation and tried to solve it through all the possible ways. As I was the only one living in Korea at that time, I went a couple of times with my girlfriend to their office in order to talk and solve the situation. Bad news. They just ignored my father's contract, pretended he didn't exist. We looked for our rights, but the lawyer was too expensive and would take too much time. But, wait, what about his belongings he was asked to keep at his apartment in Daegu? Oh, at least ONE good news. They said to me that they would send it to him in Brazil. Everything was there: his clothes, accessories, some documents.... And then, I went to the office one more time to check everything and help them to send it. Arriving there, received the kind words: "Do you want to send your father's belonging to Brazil? Good, we will do it for you. Just sign here, please". They wanted me to sign a paper ending my father's contract. That was the deal. We send the things, and you forget about his contract. NEVER! Really, I don't know what I felt that day, but I'm pretty sure that was one of, if not the, worst feelings in my whole life. I was upset, mad, angry, crazy, hopeless... Picked all the boxes and put them at my girlfriend's house. Realized that was no way to solve that in good way. It was me and my family, 4 Brazilians, against a Korean Soccer Club, with a whole city and politicians behind them (Daegu FC is funded by the city of Daegu).
Our dream was over. Our dream became our nightmare. I was living in Korea, my father "unemployed", and my mother and sister unpacking their bags.
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| Daegu FC, thank you so much! |
