I love the sky. When I was a child I dreamed of flying on a cloud for around the world and I liked to think that they were made of some magical substance. The origin of this is my grandmother, I had a very close relationship with her. She was synonymous with philanthropy, loved books, sky, and complex issues. I remember that on many occasions she shared some of his knowledge with me, that is why her fascination with sky soon became something of my own as well.
We spent whole nights talking about the depth of the universe and unexplainable phenomena, answering all this with her extensive knowledge acquired thanks to the reflexive readings she had made throughout her life. It was astronomy then, my ideal career. Knowing the space and navigating in it became my goal... I could not think of anything other than the mysteries that prevented us from being clear about our origin as a human species and explaining the inexplicable! (It was very ambitious on my part) But something happens, I met the philosophy and the idea of understanding the human being to understand the world was important. What about the cultures around the world? What about the people that interpreted the sky and the stars? And the origin is the same around the world? The science lost the value and the thought of the people catch my attention. That doesn't mean that I don't believe in the science, I'm just saying that the people are the password to understand my world and the universe (personalitly)
I discovered my humanistic side and anthropology was a career that encompassed everything that I liked. They are careers that are partly related. Currently, I course my first year of Anthropology-Archeology. I would like to work outdoors researching cultures and the way they interpreted the sky. Thinking about my future really makes me happy!
