‘Please look this way ma’am, and tell which letter do you see’, the doctor asks me in a friendly way. A flash of light blinds me for a few seconds. ‘Uuhmm, a F.’ ‘Very good, senhora. And know please squeeze this.’ He points to a rusted device with a handle and weights. I squeeze the handle, and the weights move up a little. The doctor says nothing while he scrambles some things on a piece of paper. ‘Did I pass?’ I ask him nervously. ‘Yes, you did, now you only still have to do the psychological test.’ Continue reading →