The Day I Moved to Ceará

The day I moved to Ceará is fervid in my memories, it was on the

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3 of January of 2015 a Saturday. We were going to go to the airport
by 7:00 a.m. so we had woken up around 0:00 since in São Paulo
the airport required a minimum of 2 hours in the roadway. When my
godparent who was going to take us there came, we said goodbyes
to the family who managed to come and went to the airport, it was
the first, but not the last time we would go there.
And, for a ten year old kid, the place was enormous, at first sight,
we were completely lost, but thankfully my godparent had travelled
to Juazeiro in the past so he knew how it all worked, and I was right,
it wasn’t big for just a kid, it was gigantic, we spent nearly 30min to
find the gate to the airplane, but we found it with an hour of advance.
After that, nothing so memorable happened excluding the dancing
group made of animals who was passing by, probably to spend the
carnival somewhere.
When we came, even the air felt different at first, it was drier and
thinner, but eventually we got used to it, in the beginning, I didn’t
want to stay here, but now I don’t want to go back, how ironic, isn’t
it?