I must be the luckiest person in the word. Yeah, because if it depended on money, I would never ingress in the Institute. Well, ok, I am smart (geez, where's my modesty?!), and this probably contributed too. But it was still a stroke of luck to link to that forgotten blog with only two followers, where they told about this scholarship.
There was pretty little concurrence in the day of the tests. Not because people wouldn't love to go to the Institute, but because no one will dare to imagine that our government would pay studies in such a high degree international educational establishment. But that's the kind of thing that happens in Brazil; if we only knew all the rights we have...
My name is Erika, I just graduated in Law, and now I'm in Geneva for a one-year post-graduation course in the top of the top Institute of international law all over the world. Seriously, I mean it. Only one person per country is allowed to attend the course every year. From the windows of the taxi I can see the stern building in the very core of the district of ..., and my heart seems to have discovered its vocation for being a drummer. I'm so anxious I feel nausea, and I'm pretty, pretty afraid that I forgot all my English, let alone the bit of French I learned with my sister for the tests!
OH MY GOD I'm approaching the gates! This is so thrilling! I wish I was already in there, what if I lend the wrong document for the guard, what if he thinks I'm suspect and don't let me in, what if...
I paid the taxi and send it away.
- Le laissez-passer, s'il vous plaît .
My shaking hand dropped something on the elegant and blond guard's glove.
- Bienvenue, Mademoseille. Profitez de votre séjour.
Two dozens of steps ahead, and the huge oak door greeted me. I turned the doorknob slowly. Silence all around. Maybe I had gotten too early, or too late?
Sigh.
Here we go.
Notes:
Le laissez-passer, s'il vous plaît - The pass, please.
Bienvenue, Mademoseille. Profitez de votre séjour. - Welcome, miss. Enjoy your stay.