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Chapter 28 - Chapter 27: Starting English, classes am, work at night

Situations, events, laws, migration,

What changes your life?

Being multitask, mind thought was not imposed to me, I've learned without noticing it.

When?

How?

Quite frankly, I did not noticed it.

Necessity?

My mind was so focused into finding a way to migrate, that I just worked, check for visas, learn as much I could in English, be safe on the streets….make it home.

Amongst the car bombs, robberies, snatches, shootings, kidnappings, like in many other countries protesting against government laws, surviving.

My mind all of the sudden just blocked the rest, I was there, but was not.

Have I lost it?

When it's too much you become numb to it…

Yep…..

Oh, the solution?

Keep looking

A door might open…..

My friends and coworkers, all taking care of their business, being alive at the end of the day was too much stressing. Became zombies without a visible apocalypse.

But still lived their lives.

I needed to leave this chaos 

Need a better relaxed view…

Heard gossips of opening applications to migrate to Canada was open, but restricted. Need to have some acknowledgment of the language, basics.

I gave it a try.

And waited, kept working, saving money.

Already lost my last job twice, found some where else another, couple of month later lost it. It was a tiring repeat.

Everything here, was a constant repeat.

Praying was not good, too many distractions, although Mom and I went on Sundays, my night praying time was caught up with shootings, explosions and power out .

Light up a candle…. Ok…..

The nail post guy…no mail for u today lady…

Meh

One day, came back from work.

Forced to return early, no more work at my last job. The door had some friction when I opened, so I gave it a little push. Though someone tried to break it and couldn't.

I called mom..no answer.

Maybe she's at the neighbours house or one of my aunts close by.

A bit stronger push at the door and opener wide…saw a dusty envelope all dirty that seemed to have thickened the envelope. 

It was facing down, so I couldn't see who it was from nor where it was coming from.

No sender info was visible.

The mail post guy forced the envelope under the door, almost ripped it off when pushing it under through the door.

I opened it and took the contents out….

To my surprise, everything was in English.

4 set of forms to fill out

Instructions what to bring on the day indicated…..

A sight of relieve came out of my body….

Happiness and joy invaded myself….

Sat down and carefully took the contents out, did not want anything g of the contents to get disturbed….wanted to yell and scream if happiness and joy, but decided to keep quiet.

Not calling the attention…

And started to take not if the requirements.

Had to apply for a passport, had photos taken, had a letter from my employer, and find people to guarantee the info in the form is real.

Had to beat the deadline, otherwise opportunity lost and gone.

After a week gathering the info required and still before the deadline, decided to forward the application.

But had another obstacle to overcome:

Mandatory military service I avoided because of my studies and work….needed the letter from my employers to verify I'm currently working…. But how? I lost my job!

I decided to send one from my last job, 4 months ago.

Started English classes am, work at night

….and waited….