A chilly Portuguese kid

My name is Gonçalo Câmara. I grew up and was raised in Lisbon, Portugal.

Portugal is hailed as a planted seaside paradise. A unique country and hard to understand. A country where football moves masses, where millions take to the streets to celebrate football achievements, in contrast to high abstention rates when important things have to be decided, because on election day there is sunshine and the beach is very close. Portugal, where you eat and drink extremely well and cheaply. Portugal, a country of soft customs, which receives everyone with a broad smile, a country where hospitality reigns, but defends in any case which, other than Portuguese, criticizes the nation. To say badly, the Portuguese are enough. Portugal goes from beast to bestial in a few seconds. My Portugal.

I am currently studying Social Communication at the Portuguese Catholic University. I was supposed to go back to Portugal after the Oktoberfest, but I enjoyed it so much that I decided to stay for Munich.

Passionate about Portuguese Hip Hop and lover of Sporting Clube de Portugal. However, not everything is a bed of roses. I have a disease called cenosillicaphobia. Lest you know, is the fear of having the beer glass empty.

According to a Portuguese writer, who won the Nobel Prize for Literature, named José Saramago: “Having nothing left to say and continue writing is a crime,” so I finish my introduction with the certainty that I am not a criminal.