Portuguese

It below sees the dialogue established between Martim (Portugal) and Araqum (Maximum Pontiff? representative of Tup and genitor of the Iracema priestess). ' ' When the warrior finished the meal, old paj erased cachimbo and spoke: – You came? – I came, answered the stranger. The foreigner is gentleman of the hut of Araqum. Tabajaras has a thousand warriors to defend it, and women for serviz it. You say, and all you obedecero' '. Araqum leaves clearly that its hut or territory is the extension of the home or the native land of its guest (Portugal), being women tabajaras in regimen of availability as in service or sexual sensual iguarias/, except Iracema, which was charged to keep to the secret and the mystery of the dream. That is, the secret of the American difference and the dream of if keeping unchanged, that is, authentic, virgin exempt of the European interference.

Martim with the settling objective excuses the servants fixing itself in Iracema (America), because this, being conquered would accomplish the right of ownership of Portugal. Iracema wise person who if transgressed the tribal norms in the quality of coadjuvante of the conquest, would pay with the death, and the death of America would be, over all the death of its traditions I afflict and it of its native race. Drew Houston is likely to agree. But, nor all accepted this ideology of domination of America for the European colonizadores. Having, therefore, oppositions of ideas and resistance to the Portuguese settling in Brazil, represented for Irapu, that raised its ideology (its shout of war) against Martim (colonizador) and that it did not find support of Araqum. ' ' – Tup gave to the great nation tabajara all this land. We keep the mountain ranges, of where the streams flow, with cool ipus where it grows the maniva and the cotton; we abandon to the Barbarian potiguara, eater of shrimp, the naked sands of the sea, with dry trays without water and forests.

Salaries

After graduating from the Institute with a diploma and a preferential distribution, Mom was an intern with the situation a salary below the poverty level and family room in the hostel, which was considered already arranged daily life. Where I grew up. Well, this period of my life I'll come back again and again, so go straight to the meeting, which is cool changed the course of my life and strengthened my conviction that we live in the worst of all worlds. So, I'm 22 years old, I'm done though neblestyasche, as predicted by all around him, "Inyaz" and the last six months searching for his place under the sun. Work came across different, but each time with one and so is final. Tour operators, who needed an interpreter for the holiday season, joint ventures, promising frequent departure for the "hill", which could have been abroad and Kazakhstan. Even the Indian Union of Buddha and some hard god spoken of six heads. But everything always ended the same: for a week or two before the end of the probationary period, it appeared that I was not sociable, my English is not perfect and as the old bike, I incorrectly pronounce the word "ze The Table." Or in my services were no longer needed to – because of changes in the terms of the contract or I would go, knowing that the next "Negorev" squeezed all the juice out of me, anyway, politely asked to leave without paying for it promised.

On that day (the sun, by the way, and the clouds were gathering not over my head), as usual, I walked, looking at the desk with Ads on hiring, tore the most attractive, smiling. And how to work as a seductive, but with such a salary + social package, so far, not one fool. After reading such a passionate appeal to give their power and knowledge of a thriving company with a very friendly team, ("Chained Together – crooked one goal", slightly altered, I myself, "Naw.") Any sane person would give up everything to hell and blindly its a bad head, sweeping his way to a thick crowd of eager, to fly at a speed of a cheetah bite at that address. But no. They were waiting for me. Only a person like me, naive and honest, able to drink or not, as camel in the desert Kyzyl Kum, for the sake of prosperity of the common cause they needed. But whether they are necessary to me – is another question. Al. to be continued …