Gustavo Dias

About Me

Hi! My name is Gustavo Dias, I am twelve years old, I’m short and thin, intelligent, but I’m not into sports. I eat fruits, my favourite is peach,  originally a fruit from China.

I have a family, I have an elder brother and an elder sister, they’re really funny, but I can’t stand when they bother me. My parents are kind and sympathetic with me (sometimes), but they don’t let me play video-games during the week, but I don’t mind, because I have a lot of things to do.

I’m very interested in Legos and Lord of the Rings, my dream is to show people that this is cool so they could stop bothering me, I hate this kind of people that tell the others what to do.

I’m good at playing video-games, but I’m bad at football.

At school, I must pay attention to the classes, and I mustn’t talk in class, but I don´t have to use the uniform everyday.

At home, I must brush my teeth and eat fruits, but I don’t have to eat Tacos (but I usually do)

I spend 6 hours at school everyday, but I don’t spend much time doing housework nor doing homework and everyday I spend at least one hour in after school activities such as english, arts and parkour classes.

When I grow up, I’d like to be an enginner or a historian, I want to study at MIT or ITA, but I’d like to live in Russia after that. 

Sharing Life Stories

This is a story about my grandfather, Oswaldo Dias, he was born in São Paulo, in Diadema, in 1940. He lived in a small house with his parents and 7 brothers, and he was my age, 12, when he started working at the railroad, at the engine of the trains helping the machinist.

In this work, he had to travel to many differents cities, so he had to pay for his own ticket to work in the train. But one day, he and his collegues didn’t have money to buy the ticket, so they had an idea. My grandfather lay on a table, and his friends put some candles around it and a basket for money. Then they left him at the entrance of the train station, so then people would put money on the basket for the relatives of the “dead body”. Many people gave money and prayed for him, thinking he was dead, and while their train was arriving, an old lady was praying for my grandfather’s soul, and his friends shouted “The train arrived! Get the money and run away!”, so my grandfather got out of the bed and grab the money with him. They entered the train and started working. The old lady thought he had come alive and she passed away!

In these trips, my grandfather met my grandmother, and they started living together at Tijuca, in Rio de Janeiro, where my grandmother was born. And later my father had to move to São Paulo to work in a bank and they started living in São Paulo, where I was born.