#Visa Americana

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Si estás planeando tu próximo viaje a Estados Unidos, obtener tu visa americana puede ser un paso crucial y, a veces, tedioso. Sin embargo, ¡no te preocupes más! Te traigo las ciudades donde puedes agilizar este proceso durante marzo de 2024. Según la Secretaría de Relaciones Exteriores de México, la visa americana es esencial para ingresar a Estados Unidos, además del pasaporte. Pero, ¿cómo…

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USA Official United States Government Immigration Visa Application Online FROM CHILE - Solicitud de visa del gobierno de EE. UU. en línea - ESTA USA

El ESTA de EE. UU. es un requisito obligatorio para los visitantes exentos de visa y se aplica a ciertas nacionalidades. Los viajeros elegibles pueden registrarse en línea a través del Sistema electrónico para la autorización de viaje (ESTA) para viajes a los Estados Unidos por motivos de turismo, tránsito y negocios. La autorización ESTA tiene una validez de 2 años a partir de la fecha de emisión y permite múltiples entradas, con una estancia máxima de 90 días cada vez. El proceso de solicitud de ESTA es simple y requiere información personal y de pasaporte, así como algunas preguntas relacionadas con la seguridad y la salud. Se recomienda solicitar ESTA al momento de reservar el viaje, pero no menos de 72 horas antes de la salida, para permitir la evaluación previa por parte del Departamento de Seguridad Nacional de EE. UU. Solicitar ESTA permite a los viajeros elegibles visitar los Estados Unidos sin la necesidad de una visa tradicional y evita la necesidad de presentar una solicitud en una embajada o consulado. Sin embargo, los ciudadanos extranjeros que viajen a los EE. UU. por otros motivos, como trabajo o estudio, deben comunicarse con la Embajada o el Consulado de los Estados Unidos en su país de residencia. Los ciudadanos de los siguientes países son elegibles para la solicitud de visa de EE. UU. en línea Andorra, Australia, Austria, Bélgica, Brunei, Chile, Croacia, República Checa, Dinamarca, Estonia, Finlandia, Francia, Alemania, Grecia, Hungría, Islandia, Irlanda, Italia, Japón , Corea del Sur, Letonia, Liechtenstein, Lituania, Luxemburgo, Malta, Mónaco, Países Bajos, Nueva Zelanda, Noruega, Polonia, Portugal, San Marino, Singapur, Eslovaquia, Eslovenia, España, Suecia, Suiza, Taiwán, Reino Unido. The USA ESTA is a mandatory requirement for visa-exempt visitors and is applicable to certain nationalities. Eligible travelers can register online through the Electronic System for Travel Authorization (ESTA) for trips to the United States for tourism, transit, and business purposes. The ESTA authorization is valid for 2 years from the date of issue and allows multiple entries, with a maximum stay of 90 days each time. The ESTA application process is simple and requires personal and passport information, as well as a few questions related to security and health. It is recommended to apply for ESTA at the time of booking travel, but not less than 72 hours before departure, to allow for pre-screening by the US Department of Homeland Security. Applying for ESTA enables eligible travelers to visit the United States without the need for a traditional visa and avoids the need to apply at an embassy or consulate. However, foreign nationals traveling to the USA for other purposes, such as work or study, must contact a United States Embassy or Consulate in their country of residence. Citizens of the following countries are eligible for US Visa Application Online Andorra, Australia, Austria, Belgium, Brunei, Chile, Croatia, Czech Republic, Denmark, Estonia, Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Iceland, Ireland, Italy, Japan, Korea, South, Latvia, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Malta, Monaco, Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, Poland, Portugal, San Marino, Singapore, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Taiwan, United Kingdom.

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miss americana & the heartbreak prince

—03. i think i fell in love today —word count: 7.5k —warnings: despicable tooth rotting clawing my eyes out eating the stuffing in my pillows fluff. truly its horrendous. lets talk about it. —love, mackie... i'm sleeping hopefully. right now I am hammocking. the ice cream truck just drove past. I love June.

After Paris, Chris was a bit apprehensive when it came to her ability to navigate the airport in Abu Dhabi with any sort of efficiency. Especially not now, where she needs to go through customs and register for a visitor’s visa and find her luggage and get her money exchanged. Pleasantly, though, she’s surprised at the ease she works through her notes app checklist. It’s within the hour that she’s climbing into the backseat of a taxi and heading to the hotel. 

She spends the entirety of the twenty-something minute drive doing a deep dive on Joris’ Instagram. He’s going to be waiting for you, Charles had told her the night they’d worked it all out. How he knew his friend would be free is beyond Chris, but that's not even the bigger issue at hand. The issue is, of course, that she’s had no more than a momentary interaction with Joris in the background of a FaceTime call two weeks ago. The thought of breezing past him in the hotel lobby is a mortifying one. 

It’s quarter after seven by the time she gets there, and when she catches a glance of herself in a mirror on the wall and almost bursts into laughter. Someone could tell her that she fell down the stairs in Austin and hit her head and is in a coma and it would feel more believable than her life right now. This just… this doesn’t happen to her; five star hotels in foreign countries and heavy accents and guys who call her beautiful from the other side of the globe. 

She spots Joris in an armchair on his phone at the other end of the lobby. She approaches nervously, and he stirs from his phone at her sudden proximity. “Hi,” Chris greets, sounds almost apologetic for interrupting him. “Joris, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” he nods, dragging out the vowel sounds when he glances back down at his screen. Chris wonders if he knows he’s waiting for her. 

She smiles. “I’m Chris.”

“Right!” He snaps his fingers, shoves his phone into his pocket. “Chris.” He stands and opens his arms to hug her like they’re old friends. It’s a move straight from her book, one that she’s pulled on dozens of people before. It’s not one that she’s met with often. Chris thinks they’ll get on well, her and Joris. That’s a good thing, right? Friendly friends. 

Chris’ mom had told her more than once that the quickest way to know someone’s character is through their friends. Only a maniac is rude to animals and elderly and children, she’d said a million times over, it’s the character of the people they choose to spend time with that matters. Joris has no idea Chris is silently observing his every action, picking them apart on a human level.

On the elevator ride up, Joris fills Chris in on everything that’s happened during the free practices that day, tells her that it’s been a relatively clean couple of sessions. You do know of the risk this weekend, yes? P2 or P3, he asks and answers his own question. Chris nods. If she didn’t know, she does now. The room is on the fifth floor, she notes, staring at the glowing five button as she picks at her cuticles. It hits her like a ton of bricks, her anxiety skyrocketing as the elevator ascends, her stomach left behind on the ground level. 

This whole thing is crazy, and not the quirky, silly story you tell your friends about over a vodka cran crazy. Just plain crazy. Insane. Off the wall absurd. Why, why are they sharing a room? Why is she even here? What is it about her that can’t be found somewhere, anywhere, else? And the most prudent question, the one ringing in her ears louder with each passing moment; what is it about him? 

Chris has never considered herself to be logical, not in the slightest, but she does like to maintain the idea that she’s well grounded. She might not always act in a way that makes the most sense, but she always makes those choices within the bounds of her reality. 

And, because her nerves permeate off her like a thirteen-year-old’s B.O, Joris takes a stab at cooling her down. “How was your planes?”

“Good. Smooth.” she nods, forces a smile. Her weight shifts from heel to heel, thumbs looped through her backpack straps. The floor is a shiny black marble with white and gold veins, one that commands your attention. Chris pulls her eyes from it to look at him anyway. Nervous and insane or not, she wants to make a good impression. “I could do without navigating the airport in Paris ever again, though.”

“Oh,” he laughs. “It never gets easier.”

“Does any of it?” She offers up a laugh, but it’s as genuine as the smile her face held before. 

He opens his mouth to speak but is cut off with the ding of the doors opening. There, in the hallway with more marble floors and a wallpaper that walks the line between elegant and gaudy, a couple stands on a white carpet runner. The man has on a Mercedes cap. Chris wonders if they know a Formula One driver is staying on their floor. 

The four of them sidestep awkwardly around each other with polite smiles to the floor, and before she knows it Joris is holding a keycard over the lock on a heavy door and handing the piece of plastic to her. 

It’s not a room. It’s a suite. There’s a living room and a kitchenette and a whole separate bedroom to this place. It’s expensive, wildly so, she’s sure. 

She wheels her suitcase into the bedroom, leaves it in the corner by an armchair with her backpack. At the bottom of the bag is her purse, which she digs out while Joris is using the bathroom, moving things around from one bag to the other. 

The drive to the circuit is twenty minutes, at least, and Joris talks the whole time, mostly about how nervous he is and how hard he’s trying to make sure Charles doesn’t notice. Chris doesn’t tell him that Charles is also beyond nervous about the whole thing–or that he knows good and well everyone around him is losing their minds. It doesn’t seem like the type of thing that would make Joris feel any better. 

“Pascale and Enzo, you know them, yes? Charles’ Mum and brother?” Joris questions.

“Nope,” Chris shakes her head. “Not yet.”

Oh, he doesn’t say. “You’ll like them if you like Charles,” he laughs. “You do like Charles?”

Chris bites down on a smile, a laugh leaving her nose in an exhale. “I do.”

“Good, good.” He nods. “Anyway, they are not here tonight, they already have gone back to the hotel. Arthur is there, still. Do you know him?”

“I think it’s going to be easier for both of us if you just assume I don’t know anyone.”

“Ah, okay. Will do.”

Chris wonders what Charles has said about her to Joris, to Arthur, to anyone. All of the stories he has or hasn’t told them about. She has almost exclusively not talked about him back home. Not because she doesn’t want to, she just can’t figure out how to say anything without sounding like a reality television star. Maybe he’s the same way. There’s a real chance that nobody in his family even knows that she’s coming, and maybe that’s the way she’d like it to be. 

Her reunion with Charles couldn’t be more different than their first meeting. The paddock is empty with exception of team crews and straggling media members. There isn’t a Bud Light in sight and the pass hanging around her neck has a picture of her on the back. He must’ve pulled it from her Instagram, the one that he keeps talking about wanting to follow back. A picture of her and CHRISTYN ELLIOTT - FULL WEEKEND written in bold letters. 

“He’s probably at the briefing,” Joris explains, checking his watch and walking one stride for every two of Chris’. She tries her hardest to keep up with him as he expertly navigates the paddock, all while trying to memorize his moves so she doesn’t end up stranded sometime this weekend. 

A whistle gets their attention, cutting sharply through the hot desert air. Her and Joris both snap their heads around to find the perpetrator of the summons. Charles pats Pierre’s shoulder and jogs ahead of the group of drivers, all already engaged in their own conversations and heading off into different directions. 

He has such a carefree smile on his face, jogging over with happy eyes and wiggling brows and a stupid little wink that puts a smile on her face. “Hello, Christyn,” he quips, greets her with open arms. And then, once his arms are pulling her to him so tight she can’t take a full breath, when he has so much energy to give her he can’t help but rock on the sides of his feet, he whispers just for her, “Hi,” a soft kiss on the crown of her head, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

All she can think about is how warm he is. Warm, and smells so nice. She doesn’t know how she’s going to ever go home. Not when he’s so warm. 

“How was the planes?” He asks, an arm comfortable slotting around her as they resume their walk to wherever it is she’s being led. 

“Uh, I’m tired, but.” She smiles. At him. Right there where she can touch him. Where he is touching her. “I’m here, so. I’m happy.”

On the walk back to hospitality, she asks him how his day’s gone. He’s sure she already knows, that Joris talked her ear off the entire drive over or that she’d checked the media reports of the practice sessions, but it’s nice to pretend she doesn’t know. He tries to summarize everything as concise as he can, because even though he loves talking to her, he’d much rather listen. He can listen to her talk until the sun burns out.

He’s not surprised to notice that Joris has peeled off from them, especially not because he didn’t even realize he wasn’t trailing behind him and Chris until he held open the door to his driver’s room and Joris was nowhere to be found.

He can’t count the amount of texts he’s had to have sent Chris from his driver’s room. How badly he wanted to just be talking with her, and now she’s here. She’s here, she’s here, she’s here with him. 

He moves around the room, cleaning and reorganizing his things for a fresh start in the morning. Casually, he mentions that he has a sponsorship obligation tonight, last race and all, and that Arthur and Joris are coming along. He doesn’t speak it so offhandedly because he’d forgotten, but because he didn’t want her to get freaked out by the idea of it. He explains that she’s welcome to tag along, or, if she’d feel more comfortable, she can stay here while Andrea packs up his things. 

She’s leaning against the wall just next to the doorway, watching him. Without hesitation, she replies, “I’ll come with you.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, looking to her. “You don’t have to.”

She nods, looks at the ground or the couch or something that isn’t him, folds her hand to look at her nails and lets out an almost silent laugh. His stomach drops. “You sound like you don’t want me to go.”

“No, no.” He corrects, and she still doesn’t look at him. He waves for her attention, cocks his head to the side when he gets it, “No. That’s not. I just want you to do what you want to do.”

“I want to go.”

“Okay,” he smiles.

She crosses her arms over her chest, looks like she’s trying so hard not to smile at him. “You’re being weird, you know?”

He shrugs, because she’s right. “I told you I would be.”

“Well,” Chris sighs, moves across the room to the small couch in the corner, “why are you being weird?”

“Because.” I want to kiss you, he stops himself from saying. I’ve wanted to kiss you since I saw you twenty minutes ago, since you decided to come, since I met you, maybe. 

“Because, why?” She laughs, and he’s suddenly struck with the thought of what her laughter might taste like. Sweet, surely, just like it sounds. Like a popsicle on a summer day. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he tries his absolute hardest to wipe that thought from his brain before texting his brother back. “Je veux t'embrasser tout le temps,” I want to kiss you all the time, he mumbles, isn’t even sure it actually leaves his lips or if he keeps it locked in the vault. He continues to send his reply to Arthur. 

“You know I don’t understand what you just said,” Chris reminds him. That’s why it came out in French, he thinks. Not everything is meant to be said. 

“I said,” he pauses, sends the text, looks back at her. God. “I said I want to kiss you.”

She crosses one leg over the other, looks down at her pants like there is something in her lap to fix. He can see the blush on the tips of her ears, even though she’s trying to hide her cheeks. When she does look up, face still flushed, she tucks her bangs behind her ears and replies softly, “you’re allowed to kiss me, Charles.”

He can’t believe he hasn’t yet. That he’d hugged the life out of her, kissed her hair and told her how happy he is she’s there, that he’d thought about kissing her for weeks, that he didn’t fucking kiss the girl yet. They’re sharing a bedroom tonight, and he still hasn’t kissed her. He thought about it, he did. But they’d promised to keep things as quiet as they could. Now, he’s pretty sure she wouldn’t have stopped him from throwing all those conversations out the window. 

If there wasn’t something weird in the air before, there certainly is now. A new weird. A good weird. An implication of something in the air, weird. It’s out there now, ust hanging above them. I want to kiss you. You can kiss me. Now all that’s left is for one of them to make the move. 

It’s the least he can do–make the first move. She flew across the globe, he can fucking kiss her. He wants to fucking kiss her. He feels like a little kid, the giddy smile that pulls on the corners of his lips when he walks over to her. He does little to conceal his intent.

“What?” She asks with a smile on her face. A tease, she has to know. 

He holds out his hands, palms forward to her and she follows his lead, reaches up to lace their fingers together. “I like you, you know?” He asks, leans his weight against her hands. Some hands are just meant to be held. 

She giggles like a child, pure and innocent and like nothing bad has ever happened to her. Like the childhood dog and all four grandparents are still kicking. “I can’t hold you up.”

“What?” He quirks a brow, leans more weight onto her hands and she laughs harder, her arms shaking below him. 

“Charles!”

“I said I like you, Chris!”

Through weak arms and uncontrollable belly laughs, she manages to choke out in gulps for air, “I like you, too.” In a swift movement, he recenters his weight on his own feet, pulling Chris up from the couch. The force of his pull almost knocks her from her feet, both of them still laughing, fingers dancing with the others on either side of their frames. The laughter is light and airy and barely there, but it’s laughter nonetheless. When their hands do fall apart, their pinkies stay looped together without force, without any pull at all, just comfortably slotted against the other. “I really like you,” she adds, and her voice sounds like smiles look. 

She blushes under her own words, over the entirety of their private moment, eyes darting from eyes to lips and back to eyes. “Yeah?” He asks quietly, like he’s scared asking might change her answer. She nods, biting down on the smile that paints her bottom lip, and it’s more than enough for him. She’s so good. She’s too good not to kiss. 

He moves a hand to her jaw, thumbs her cheek with fingers slotted behind her ear, dancing along her hairline like a whisper of what’s to come. Like a promise. In the absence of his hand, hers finds his chest, just his thin Ferrari shirt separating her palm from the butterflies stirring wildly in his chest. “Me, too,” he says softly. Softer than she did, more to her lips—soft and pretty and his favorite shade of pink—than to her eyes. And then, either so softly only the atoms hear it, or maybe in his head entirely, “very much.”

And then he kisses her. 

She tastes like mint chapstick and biscoff cookies and coffee. Her lips are soft, softer than they looked, softer than her voice. It’s like a boost of energy, kissing her. Like an immediate and complete charge. 

She tightens her grip on his other pinky. Tightens it, loosens it, re-intertwines the whole hand somewhere off in the distance, far, far away from where he wishes to stay forever. This alone is worth a flight anywhere. Altitude sickness and limbs falling asleep and jet lag and headaches from screaming babies are all poor inhibitors when this would be waiting for him on the other side. 

He pulls his hand from hers because it's just not close enough. Nothing is going to be close enough, but he’ll try his damndest to cup her jaw and pull her deeper into the kiss. Their noses bump awkwardly and they pull apart in a breathless laugh. Nothing more than a quick, shared smile and he’s kissing it off her face, tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth and letting her hum mumbles into his mouth. Teeth clacking and more laughing, so breathless it’s practically silent. 

“Chris Elliott,” he says all sing-songy, just because he knows it’ll make her laugh. A quick peck, because he can. “You are something.”

“Charles Leclerc,” she mimics, wide eyes and raised brows and a beaming smile. A quick peck, because he’s never going to stop her. “Something good?”

He hums. “Something great.”

“You’re silly,” she says, and he laughs. 

“Silly?” She nods. “You’re cute.” Chris rolls her eyes, but still has that child’s smile on her face and a pink flush to her cheeks. He kisses her again, quick, because he has a month to make up for. 

“I know,” she retorts, deadpan. He laughs louder than any sane man should. 

Joris, Arthur, and Andrea file into the room a few minutes later. Chris is leaning against the wall again, scrolling through her phone. She clicks it off when they walk in, shoves it deep into her purse pocket. 

Andrea’s eyes bounce from Chris to Charles, and then back to Chris, holding out a hand for her to shake. “Andrea,” he greets, formal and cool. 

“Chris,” she smiles, shakes the outstretched hand. 

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah,” she nods. “You too.”

First bad impression. She doesn’t know what it is she did, but with the simple half-minute observation of his interactions with her versus the rest of the people in the room, it’s obvious he’s already soured on her. 

Arthur, though, Arthur is almost off putting in his resemblance to Charles. Same voice, same face, certainly same bloodline. She thinks she could recognize him anywhere, probably. He, however, on his phone, doesn’t even notice Chris’ presence in the room until Joris elbows him on the sofa. 

“Quoi?!” He exclaims in a defensive tone that transcends language barriers. The kind that only brothers know how to use. 

“Hi,” Chris says, and Arthur’s head shoots from Joris to her in the doorway. He almost laughs, he’s so surprised by her presence. “I’m Chris,” she adds, holding out a hand only because he's sitting and she’s standing and a hug doesn’t feel logistically sound. 

“Ah, Chris,” Arthur nods, shakes her hand. “Charles does not answer my phone calls because of you.”

“Oh,” she offers a weak smile. “I’m sorry about that.”

“No, no. I do not want to hear from him.”

Chris laughs. From the other side of the room, Charles chimes in, “then why are you calling me?”

Arthur rolls his eyes. “Maman say, ‘do you call Charles’ and I say ‘yes he does not answer me.’”

- - -

They run into Carlos and co. on the way to the sponsorship event. Chris tries to hang back towards the end of the group, back with Joris and Arthur and away from Charles, purely out of self preservation. They’d agreed in passing that everything would be much easier, hundreds of times simpler, if nobody knew Chris was there this weekend, if everything was kept under the radar. Charles, however, seems to have forgotten that agreement because, no matter how engaged he gets into a conversation, he is constantly looking for her in the group, reaching his hand out to her if she’s within distance to do so, keeping her as close to him as he can. 

She keeps falling back though, falling into ranks. She doesn’t want to look like a girlfriend, because she isn’t. 

Chris has no idea how to be a public… girl? A fling or a girlfriend or anything in between. She’s at home at a race track, yes, and during Chase’s championship winning season, she got stopped three times to take pictures with fans, but, really. Nobody has ever cared about what she’s doing or who she’s doing it with. 

Walking in behind Carlos and Charles is like walking in behind celebrities. Everyone wants to shake their hands, to pat them on the shoulders and tell them this thing or another. There’s lots of languages being thrown around that she doesn’t recognize, accents she struggles to understand. 

“This is crazy,” she says quietly, just to herself. 

Arthur nudges her with his elbow to steal her attention, furrows his brows for a moment and holds up a quizzical thumbs up. Chris nods, smiles gratefully. 

Charles promised that it was going to be nothing more than a quick stop at the event, and he meant it. They aren’t even there long enough to sit down. Instead they hang out in the back of the tent near the bar, watching Charles and Carlos talk on stage with several different people about how important this brand is for us.  

They decide to go out to dinner after, despite Chris’ burning desire to go to sleep for a couple years. They get sat at a booth that’s probably made to hold no more than four people; Andrea and Joris on one side, Charles sandwiched between Chris and Arthur on either side. He finds her hand under the table, his thumb tracing along the lines of her fingers. Chris, against all urges to rest her head on his shoulder, rests it instead on the wooden divider between their booth and the neighboring one. 

Arthur is the only one who struggles to speak English rather than his mother tongue, and while Charles corrects him each time, Chris doesn’t dare. She’d rather die than imply someone speaking in a second language needs to improve the way they speak it. 

“Are you going to be with us all weekend?” Arthur asks around Charles’ frame. 

“I’m actually going to be in the grandstands,” she smiles. Charles rolls his eyes. 

“Oh?” Arthur asks, looks to his brother, but Joris beats him to the punch. 

“You couldn’t get her a pass for the whole weekend?” Joris chirps. Andrea laughs and Charles reaches for the pass hung around her neck. She didn’t even realize she was the only person still wearing it until now. Charles flips the pass over, points out the FULL WEEKEND on the back. 

“Her choice, not mine.”

She reaches to take the pass out of his hand, to pull it off over her head and put it into her purse. “I’m hoping for a drama-free weekend,” she says, and the boys laugh. Charles’ hand finds her thigh, gives it a little pat and a comfortable squeeze. 

Her hands are meant to be held, they really are. He could hold her hand until the moment she leaves, fingers locked together as they walk through the hotel corridor, empty and echoey with their voices and the sound of their feet on the carpet runner. 

Once in the room, face to face together with the single bed, they both burst into laughter. He’s glad he cleaned things up before she got here, because the room was starting to look a little like his driver’s room–clothes strewn about messily, plastic water bottles on the end table, a television remote he lost the night he got here and hadn’t found until this morning. In the corner, Chris’ luggage sits beside the armchair, backpack neatly stacked with a single suitcase. 

“Did you bring your whole wardrobe?” He jokes, and maybe it’s because he’s never been great at conveying jokes in English, or maybe it’s that they’re both absolutely exhausted, but the joke doesn't land. She’s immediately apologizing, spewing out a jumbled apology about I didn’t know what I was supposed to wear, and then– “I’m messing with you,” he says, and hates that she thinks he’d be that worked up over a suitcase, especially when he’d brought at least double what she had. She could have shown up with twenty suitcases and he still wouldn’t have thought it was too much because, well, she’s here. Right in front of him. 

“Oh,” she pouts, and he kisses the look off her face. He’s wanted to do that since he saw it for the first time. “Oh. I like when you do that.” Good, he thinks. Get used to it. 

They both make plans to shower; her before him. He’s on the couch in the living area of the suite when she re-emerges from the bathroom, the TV rolling and absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. When the sliding door to the bathroom opens, he looks up to watch her. 

Her hair long down her back, carefully combed out so that the soaking ends turn the fabric of her sun-worn blue t-shirt a darker shade. It’s big on her–the shirt–hangs almost long enough that you wouldn’t be able to spot the flannel shorts underneath. He can still hear the sink running in the bathroom and she’s got a toothbrush in her mouth. 

He whistles when she walks back from the bedroom towards the bathroom again, and she stops in the doorway, laughs around the toothbrush and does a sweet spin. “Bellissimo,” he says, gestures a chef’s kiss and she bows dramatically. 

After his shower, he finds her in the bedroom, comfortably perched against the headboard, tucked under the crisp white duvet. The only light in the place is coming from her end table lamp, casting a soft shadow on her face, her knees pulled up close while she turns the pages of a book. He hovers around his suitcase watching her, completely in her own world, the only hint of her presence on this plane being the subtle lean into the light to better illuminate the pages she turns. 

It’s not the first time he’s found himself looking at her like this. She’s easy to get lost in and almost never notices him staring. She just gets so focused on the task at hand–grading papers, cooking a meal, painting her nails, watching a television show, or like tonight, reading her current library rental. 

“Do you want a water?” He asks. Her eyes don’t leave the page, a subtle shake of the head before she finally mumbles a no, thank you. He navigates the dark suite to the kitchenette, finds himself a plastic water bottle in the mini-fridge, and then he’s pulling back the comforter to climb into bed with her. “So, I was thinking tomorrow–” he starts, but she cuts him off with a singular finger held in the air. He can’t help but laugh, stupid smile on his face while he watches her eyes hurriedly finish the page, dog ear the tiniest fold onto the corner. 

“Sorry,” she unapologetically offers, setting the book down on the end table. “What were you saying?”

“Uh, I don’t remember,” he says, because he lost it while he tried to guess what she was reading based on the little microexpressions that crossed her face. His eyes fall to the gold chain around her neck, to the small cross that lays over the blue fabric of her shirt. He’s noticed it dozens of times, it’s constant presence in every picture, every video, every call and outfit and event. He doesn’t even think when he reaches for it, examines it with gentle fingers. “Is this a, uh…” he struggles to find the word, “how do you say, family tradition?”

“Heirloom?”

He nods, drops the piece of jewelry back to its rightful spot. “Heirloom.”

“No, it was a birthday gift,” she explains, fingers the chain of it, “from my brother when I turned eighteen.”

He nods, points out the other necklace she’s wearing, a flower with a pearl in the center. “And this?”

She laughs, “it’s silly,” she says. “It goes with these earrings I have, they’re from my parents when I graduated college.” He learns the flower is a chrysanthemum, that her dad has always called her Mum, that her mom has a particular affinity for pearls that she’s passed onto Chris, that all of these things have combined into this piece of jewelry hanging around her neck and that she cried and cried when they gifted it to her. 

Because the sun is still burning, he doesn’t stop asking about the different pieces she wears until he’s run out of ones to point to. He learns the story of a ruby ring–her birthstone–that she found in a thrift store for seventy-five cents when she was fifteen, how it used to fit on her pointer finger but now it fits her ring finger, how sometimes she makes up elaborate stories of how it ended up in the bargain bin of a Goodwill in North Georgia. 

She tells him about three friendship bracelets. The first and second are made by students, her favorite gifts. The third, blue and yellow–NAPA colors, her brother’s racing colors–made by her nephew. “He’s four, and he is everything annoying about my brother and everything good about my best friend, and I think I would kill someone for him.” Charles is sure that tomorrow he’ll be telling someone they wouldn’t believe the way she lights up when she talks about this kid. 

When he’s run out of things to question, she’s examining the red string tied around his wrist. “What about you?” She asks, “what’s up with this guy?”

“My mate, Pierre. He learns about it from our other friend Yuki,” He explains. “They always know the strangest things, Pierre and Yuki,” he chuckles, continues to explain the traditional symbol of good luck. “I don’t know how well it works, though,” he laughs, and she kisses him. It surprises him, but he’s in no place to complain. Perhaps the bracelet works quite well, he thinks when she moves closer, snuggles under his arm while he continues. 

Three metal bracelets. One red, one silver, one stainless steel. Morse code: Amour, Bonheur, Smile. A ring that matches the bracelet. Two hex rings that track his heart rate and his sleep and a million other things.

He spins the rings while he talks, pulls them off and hands one to her without missing a beat in his sentence. She toys with it while she listens, hands it back to him with a quiet yawn. When he kisses her hair, it’s still damp and smells like the shampoo she used, something he can’t place, something he hopes eventually to memorize. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

“You told me that last week.”

“I know,” another kiss against the unfamiliar scent. “I meant it.”

Charles wants to order room service for breakfast. Chris shuts that idea down the minute it comes out of his mouth, furrowing her brows and making him attempt to rationalize waiting half an hour for food that’s five minutes away. He can’t, so they head to the lobby. 

Chris is wearing the same shirt, pulls a pair of sweatpants over her flannel shorts and ties her hair into a messy, tangled ponytail. She’d keep it down, but her hair dried while she slept and it’s pointing in directions that defy gravity. A ponytail was the only option. Charles doesn’t change, keeps the t-shirt and shorts he slept in on. 

They find Andrea in the lobby, eating at a table for two by himself. Charles pulls a chair over from a nearby table and they sit down with him. By the time Joris appears, the table is officially too full of food to comfortably function. 

She hears his phone vibrate against the hard plastic of his chair, and he casually mentions that the rest of his family is on their way down. 

Chris doesn’t react, not externally, anyways. She finishes what’s left in her mug, bee-lines it over to the coffee bar to make another. Absent-mindedly, she tears the foil from the creamer cups, rips open the sugar packets and stirs it all together. His mom. His mom. His mom. It’s all she can think about. His mother. The woman who gave him life. Chris knew she’d be meeting his mom this weekend, but she figured she’d have more preparation than a couple minutes warning, assumed she’d be dressed, hair styled, makeup done. That she’d be presenting herself as someone you’d be happy to have your son spend time with, not like a  7/11 customer in Dahlonega at one in the morning. Maybe Charles was right and room service was a good idea. 

Even once she’s back at the table, every elevator ding makes her jump, shoots her head in the direction of the opening doors just terrified the people walking out are going to be his family. 

“Are you good?” Charles asks after she flinches at the third elevator bell. 

“Yup,” she lies, slaps a big, phony smile on her face and takes a sip of her coffee. His hand finds her leg, gives it a little you’ll be fine squeeze. 

The next elevator is carrying his family. She instinctively straightens in her seat, moves things around the crowded table so her food looks neat and managed. Joris looks at her with concern, Charles laughs when she refolds a napkin. “Don’t laugh at me,” she whispers. 

Out of earshot, Arthur says something through a stretch and a yawn. His mom rolls her eyes, pushes him in the direction of the coffee bar, mutters something to his other brother that makes him chuckle. When his mom spots Chris, she makes a bee-line for her with open arms. Chris practically trips over the leg of her chair trying to stand up before the hug reaches her. 

“Come here, chérie,” she smiles. It’s warm, just like her boy’s. “I have heard so much about you.” Oh? Chris smiles, suddenly aware that she’s apparently horribly unprepared for this entire introduction. He’s telling his mother about her? 

She hugs Pascale back and looks over her shoulder to Charles with wide eyes. She’s met with a matching expression, Charles shrugging and shaking his head as if to adamantly tell her he has no idea what his mom is talking about. “And what have you heard, Maman?” He asks with a laugh. 

“Don’t start with me,” she says, wagging a finger at her boy, and then to Chris, “Ignore him.” She holds her at arm's length, hands on either shoulder and looks her up and down. Chris laughs, nervous but still noticeably genuine. “You are just beautiful, aren’t you?”

Well. Beautiful isn’t a word Chris would use to describe herself at this moment. Ratty, perhaps. Disheveled. Off-putting. But sure, beautiful is a word she might sometimes describe herself as. “Me?” She shakes her head, “ma’am, look at yourself.”

“Oh, please,” his mom scoffs. “Pascale.”

“Pascale.” Chris smiles, goes in for another hug.

Whether it’s because he’s a brother and not a mother, or because meeting said mother is done and over with, Chris is significantly less anxious when it comes to her introduction with Lorenzo. 

Chris attempts to insist Pascale take her seat, but is out-insisted to finish her breakfast. Charles finds her hand under the table, winks at her when she interlocks her fingers with his. 

– – – 

Outside of their shared breakfast, Saturday is a long day apart for Chris and Charles. A quick kiss goodbye in their hotel room when Charles finishes getting ready, a quicker “good luck,” from Chris called after him on his way out the door, and a thumbs up over his head as a response summarizes their interactions for the rest of the day. 

Chris works on next week’s lesson plans for a few hours, nothing better to do while she waits to leave for the track. 

She watches the third practice session and quali from the grandstand across from the pitlane, and while neither are his greatest showing, Chris can feel it in her bones that everything is going to fall into place for him tomorrow. A third place start is more than good enough to beat out Perez at Red Bull. She knows it like she knows her own name, and nobody is going to tell her otherwise. 

She goes back to the hotel after quali, doesn’t bother to attempt sneaking into the paddock to try and find him. It just doesn’t feel worth it–navigating a place she doesn’t know, avoiding the cameras and the reporters and the chaos–not when he’ll be coming back to the hotel, back to her. 

She falls asleep moments after sitting down on the couch, and isn’t woken up until she doesn’t even know when. It’s the middle of the night, Charles tells her, guides her to bed and tucks her in like a child, complete with a kiss on the forehead. 

- - -

The first words out of her mouth on Sunday morning are an apology. 

When Charles tries to cut her off with a laugh and a kiss, she stops him just short of her lips, claiming morning breath. “Wow,” he feigns shock. “First you fall asleep on me, now you will not kiss me?”

She rolls her eyes, grabs the back of his neck and pulls him down to kiss her. “Happy?”

He nods and kisses her again. He keeps waiting for it to not feel so exciting, so much like a stupid movie, so young, and it’s yet to reach that point. It’s not even coming close. “Yes, thank you.”

From the other side of the bathroom wall she dares to ask him if he’s nervous, if the pressure is finally manifesting itself into stress. He’s quiet for a while. 

“No,” he eventually calls back.

“No?”

He peels around the doorway, messing with the collar on his team shirt. “Yes,” he admits with a scale-breaking sigh. She wishes he was as sure as himself as she is, that he could feel in his bones it is all going to work out perfectly. 

“Well, I’ll be here when you’re done, and we can either celebrate Charles Leclerc, Vice World Champion,” he turns away at the title, the side profile of a smile turning the corner back into the bathroom. “Or, we can celebrate the end of an exhausting season. Either way, we’re celebrating.” He stays quiet. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” he finally speaks, tone lackluster, unconfident. It’s hard to hear him like this, to hear the distinct shards of doubt that rattle in his chest. “We’re celebrating.”

We’re celebrating. Tonight is a celebration. The positives with the negatives, the good always outweighs the bad. She reminds herself like it’s a mantra. Tonight is a celebration. 

- - -

Alone in the grandstands with an air of certainty about her, Chris’ bar for friendship has never been lower. She finds a group of girlfriends who appear to be sort-of, almost, kind-of, maybe in the same age demographic as she is. They speak English and don’t ignore her when she talks, and that’s enough for her to latch onto for the evening. 

We like McLaren, they tell her, But those Ferrari boys–they’re cute. You can’t help but feel for them. Chris just smiles and nods, offers up a laugh and pretends she won’t be falling asleep next to one of those cute boys later tonight. 

The girls–flew in from London on Friday just for this-fill her in on everything she already knows. They tell her about Charles and his fight for P2, about the strategic pitfalls of Ferrari and the fact that on paper, it was Charles’ year to win it all. 

They’re more nervous during the race than Chris is, not to say that her leg isn’t bouncing watching the times constantly changing, that she isn’t whispering mumbles prayers into the air between here and there, just that she knows. She knows. 

If it was possible to stare through a helmet, Chris would’ve done it during his pitstop, burning the confidence right into his frontal lobe. Her eyes are glued to his car, his helmet, distant and small and buzzing with energy. He’s got it under control, like a perfectly wrapped gift sat in his lap, like a row of monkey bars and hands hardened by months of blisters, like a first kiss and a second kiss and a third kiss. He’s got it under control.

He does, because after what feels simultaneously like the longest and shortest fifty-eight laps of her life, Chris practically has a front row seat to Charles doing donuts. She’s so happy that she thinks she might cry, not that it takes much of anything to pull a tear from her when she’s this exhausted. The girls she’d befriended jump and celebrate and cheer louder than the fireworks. 

Chris tries to live the moment. To feel it all, the energy and the roar and the joy, which only makes it that much harder not to cry. 

Suddenly, momentarily, irrationally emotionally, while she watches him celebrate with his family and his team in front of the whole world she wishes she was down there with him. Screw the world watching, she wants to hug him until her arms are numb and kiss him until she passes out.

There’s no telling when–or even if–she’s going to ever live through a moment like this again. It’s not one she wants to forget. In the chaos of it all, her hand finds her chest, the hard metal of her cross necklace through the fabric of her top, the pulsing of her heartbeat, loud and racing. 

It’s hours before he’s back to the hotel, but it doesn’t feel late at all. He’s still running on adrenaline, just as ready to celebrate as he was when he jumped into his team’s arms. Over the mechanical shifting of the door lock, he can hear Chris’ feet echoing on the floor just on the other side and before he can even make it through the doorway she’s crashing into him. The pure energy that she is knocks him back a few steps, but then he’s hugging her back just as hard, maybe harder. 

He can feel her tears soak through his shirt, and with a laugh asks if she’s crying. 

“Shut up,” she says, and it only makes him laugh harder, hug tighter. God, the show he would have put on if he could’ve found her right after the race. The trouble he would make. “Oh, my god!” She sniffles, pulls her head off his chest and wipes away her tears. “Kiss me, already!”

And so he does. He kisses the shit out of her. 

She pulls away with a smile, arms slinked around his neck like it belongs to her. “So, how does it feel?” She asks, “Vice World Champion, Charles Leclerc.”

He gives her a quick kiss, nothing more than a peck, shrugs, and repeats the action. “Too busy kissing the girl.”

“You’re such an idiot,” she laughs, drops her head so it’s against his chest and vibrates his entire being. It’s a laugh that lights stars, dances around the room like a windchime in the warm August air. The kind so distinct you could hear it across a room ten years later and still know it was her. “A walking cheeseball.”

“A cheeseball?” He humors. 

“I said what I said.”

His satisfied hum says more than words ever could, fingers comfortable dancing along the bone of her hip. “We gotta get ready,” he says. 

“For what?”

“The celebration.”

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Perspectivas latino-americanas para os BRICS

Artigo escrito por - Tatiana Vorotnikova - Doutor em Ciência Política, Secretário Acadêmico do Instituto de Estudos Latino-Americanos, Academia Russa de Ciências

A Cúpula do BRICS realizada em Kazan de 22 a 24 de outubro de 2024 chamou a atenção para vários fatores definidores em relação aos países latino-americanos que serão importantes para o desenvolvimento político e econômico do continente no curto prazo. Com a admissão de dois países desta região como membros associados do bloco, a presença latino-americana no grupo de países em desenvolvimento que buscam aumentar seu peso na formação da nova ordem mundial deve crescer. Bolívia e Cuba se juntaram ao BRICS como parceiros, juntamente com outros 11 países: Argélia, Bielorrússia, Indonésia, Cazaquistão, Malásia, Nigéria, Tailândia, Turquia, Uganda, Uzbequistão e Vietnã. Junto com os principais países do BRICS e os novos membros que se juntaram um ano antes, isso significa um formato fundamentalmente novo de interação internacional, onde a diversidade de participantes cria uma plataforma para diálogo polifônico. Embora seus interesses abrangentes se alinhem, cada país tem suas próprias prioridades e expectativas da associação ao BRICS.

Interesses da Bolívia

O Estado Plurinacional da Bolívia está desenvolvendo um modelo econômico de esquerda que prioriza a redistribuição social das receitas estatais, geradas principalmente pela exploração dos recursos naturais do país. A Bolívia é rica em hidrocarbonetos, principalmente gás natural, e detém os maiores depósitos de lítio do mundo, estimados em mais de 21 milhões de toneladas. Embora a exportação de hidrocarbonetos bolivianos (principalmente para os vizinhos Brasil e Argentina) continue sendo uma fonte de receita tradicional, a indústria do lítio é uma adição relativamente recente às prioridades econômicas estrangeiras do país. A nacionalização do lítio em 2008 deu início ao desenvolvimento dos depósitos da Bolívia, mas por vários motivos — que incluem dificuldades em atrair investimentos, falta de infraestrutura tecnológica, oposição de comunidades indígenas e organizações ambientais locais — a exploração em larga escala dos depósitos nunca foi lançada, além de alguns projetos -piloto . Foi somente em 2021 que duas empresas chinesas e o Uranium One Group da Rússia, parte do circuito de gestão da empresa estatal Rosatom, venceram a licitação de desenvolvimento.

Ao se juntar ao BRICS como parceiro, La Paz visa consolidar sua posição como fornecedora de lítio bruto para o mercado global. Dada a vasta escala de suas reservas nacionais, o governo boliviano está interessado em expandir seu grupo de investidores internacionais. Por sua vez, La Paz está pronta para oferecer aos seus parceiros cooperação em outras áreas, como recursos energéticos e produção de alimentos. Os países do BRICS já dominam as relações econômicas externas da Bolívia, liderados pelo Brasil (US$ 3,5 bilhões), China (US$ 3,5 bilhões) e Índia (cerca de US$ 2 bilhões), que é um grande importador de ouro boliviano. Além do comércio, a China também é um investidor ativo em projetos de infraestrutura e tecnologia bolivianos.

A cooperação com a Rússia está se tornando mais importante para a Bolívia. O acordo de lítio é parte de uma estratégia mais ampla entre os dois governos para incentivar o investimento em setores-chave. À margem da Cúpula de Kazan, os presidentes Luis Alberto Arce e Vladimir Putin realizaram uma reunião bilateral para discutir tecnologias nucleares conjuntas (a Bolívia abriu um exclusivo Centro de Pesquisa e Tecnologia Nuclear El Alto (CNRT) de alta altitude, projetado para aplicações nucleares pacíficas e construído por especialistas russos), cooperação em educação, contratos de lítio e outras questões que aproximam os interesses das duas nações. La Paz e Moscou também compartilham uma visão para construir uma ordem mundial global e defendem um mundo multipolar.

Ao mesmo tempo, a complexa situação política na Bolívia e as condições em que o país pode se encontrar nas eleições gerais de 2025 não podem ser ignoradas. A disputa pela candidatura presidencial ameaça desfazer o projeto político que vem se desenrolando no país desde 2006. Divisões sociais e uma crise econômica estão alimentando profunda incerteza e pessimismo na sociedade boliviana sobre as perspectivas de desenvolvimento do país. O BRICS pode ser uma nova oportunidade para avanços econômicos se o curso atual for mantido após as eleições. No entanto, se as forças de oposição chegarem ao poder, a Bolívia pode muito bem seguir o caminho da Argentina, que abandonou os planos de se juntar ao bloco após uma mudança de governo.

Expectativas de Cuba

Para Cuba, o apoio internacional dos países do BRICS significa uma chance de superar sua crise multifacetada e de longa data, que a ilha não pode enfrentar sozinha. Havana vê seus principais objetivos como combater medidas restritivas unilaterais dos EUA e buscar fontes alternativas de financiamento. Embora Cuba mantenha relações comerciais com todas as nações do BRICS, sua participação no volume total de negócios é modesta. A China é o principal parceiro comercial entre os membros do BRICS, respondendo por cerca de 13% do comércio exterior de Cuba. O comércio entre as duas nações teve seu maior crescimento entre 2005 e 2015, mas nos últimos anos houve um declínio na interação cubano-chinesa. Embora Cuba tenha aderido à Iniciativa Cinturão e Rota da China em 2018, resultados significativos ainda não se materializaram. Os países latino-americanos respondem por um terço do comércio exterior cubano, com a participação do Brasil em apenas 3,2%. A expansão das relações comerciais e econômicas com a Rússia elevou sua participação no comércio de Cuba para 7%. O fortalecimento das relações econômicas externas é, portanto, uma das principais prioridades de Cuba.

Enquanto isso, o principal obstáculo para essa meta é o embargo econômico imposto pelos Estados Unidos, com Cuba consistentemente apelando à comunidade internacional para exigir seu levantamento. Embora as relações bilaterais tenham descongelado durante a administração de Barack Obama, e ambos os lados tenham tentado encontrar um ponto em comum em algumas questões fundamentais, nenhum deles está pronto para abandonar sua posição. Nem a reaproximação de Havana com os BRICS sinaliza um afastamento completo das tentativas de se envolver com Washington de forma construtiva. Os EUA ainda estarão no foco de Cuba. No entanto, dado o novo equilíbrio na Casa Branca após as eleições recentes, não será fácil para Havana manter o status quo e impedir que o hegemon aumente sua pressão.

Contradições entre Venezuela e Brasil

Um país que compartilha as aspirações de Cuba é a Venezuela, que enfrenta severas sanções ocidentais e uma grave crise econômica. Caracas conta principalmente com a assistência da Rússia e da China, mas as relações da Venezuela com outros membros do bloco são muito mais complexas. Por exemplo, isso é verdade para os laços da Venezuela com a Índia, que giram em torno da demanda da Índia por petróleo deste país bolivariano. Devido às sanções dos EUA, a Índia interrompeu as importações de petróleo de Caracas em 2019, mas está pronta para retomar a cooperação após as restrições serem amenizadas. Dito isso, Nova Déli não fornece nenhum apoio político ao governo venezuelano, e as perspectivas de ampliação dos laços em outras áreas são escassas.

O veto do Brasil à inclusão da Venezuela no grupo de parceiros do BRICS expôs profundas divisões na região e intensificou a cisão no cenário político de esquerda da América Latina. O fato de ter sido a posição do Brasil, o único representante da região no BRICS, que se tornou um obstáculo para a Venezuela, desencadeou a maior reação e amargo antagonismo de Caracas. Para Nicolas Maduro e sua equipe, a potencial adesão ao BRICS parece ser um importante objetivo de política externa. Com laços estreitos com a Rússia e boas relações com algumas nações asiáticas e africanas, a Venezuela parecia bem posicionada para admissão. Além disso, o país tem relações sólidas com vários membros do BRICS, incluindo Irã e China. Em 2023, Caracas assinou um acordo de parceria estratégica para todas as condições climáticas com Pequim (a China tem acordos semelhantes apenas com Rússia, Bielorrússia e Paquistão). Até recentemente, não havia oposição aberta à adesão da Venezuela ao grupo.

Enquanto isso, Venezuela e Brasil passaram por rupturas diplomáticas no passado recente. Em 2019, as relações foram rompidas depois que o então presidente brasileiro Jair Bolsonaro reconheceu o líder da oposição Juan Guaidó como presidente interino da Venezuela. Os laços diplomáticos só foram restaurados em 2023, quando Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva retornou ao poder no Brasil. No entanto, as relações entre as duas nações azedaram novamente após as eleições presidenciais no país bolivariano em julho de 2024, quando Maduro foi declarado vencedor. Os resultados continuam não reconhecidos por vários países, incluindo o Brasil, que pediu oficialmente a divulgação dos registros eleitorais e reteve o reconhecimento do atual governo venezuelano. Essa cisão exacerbou a disputa sobre o veto do Brasil, levando Maduro a chamar seu embaixador de volta para consultas e fazer comentários duros contra o Brasil. Para piorar a situação, o Brasil deve presidir o BRICS em 2025, o que torna improvável que a Venezuela se junte ao bloco antes que ele conserte os laços com Brasília. Dada a consistência e firmeza do Brasil na condução de sua política externa, o assunto pode ter que ser congelado por tempo indeterminado.

As aspirações do Brasil

Até agora, o Brasil continua sendo o único país latino-americano representado no BRICS como membro pleno. Ele desempenha um dos principais papéis na promoção da agenda do Sul Global no cenário global. Central para esse esforço é Lula da Silva, que, durante seus dois mandatos presidenciais anteriores (2003–2006, 2007–2011), buscou uma política ativa de fortalecimento de laços com nações em desenvolvimento na Ásia e na África. Seu comprometimento com o multilateralismo na política externa reflete a tradição nacional de posicionar o país como uma potência regional com ambições globais.

A rotação da presidência do BRICS, juntamente com a extensão do mandato de Dilma Rousseff como chefe do Novo Banco de Desenvolvimento, provavelmente favorecerá a capacidade do Brasil de expandir seu papel no grupo e no mundo. Em um clima político doméstico desafiador, onde o governo enfrenta forte oposição de grande parte da sociedade, o sucesso na arena internacional será crucial para Lula da Silva. Enquanto o gigante sul-americano agora luta para consolidar os vizinhos latino-americanos ao seu redor e impulsionar a integração regional, a atual diplomacia brasileira tem focado seus esforços em iniciativas globais. O engajamento internacional faz parte da identidade nacional brasileira. Sua tradição histórica de assumir o papel de líder regional em fóruns multilaterais e a experiência acumulada que Brasília alavanca como um ativo diplomático permitem que ele atue na arena internacional a partir de uma posição que supera em muito a de uma nação em desenvolvimento sobrecarregada por grandes problemas socioeconômicos internos e carente das capacidades militares das grandes potências. A visão do Brasil de um mundo baseado em regras internacionais, onde cada nação tem voz, é o que ele busca promover no contexto global, aproveitando o potencial do BRICS.

Fatores externos

Outras nações latino-americanas também sinalizaram sua disposição de se juntar ao bloco. Entre elas, Honduras, Nicarágua (que apresentou inscrições antes da Cúpula de Kazan em 2024) e Colômbia, destacando amplo interesse e intenção de aprofundar a cooperação dentro do paradigma do Sul Global. Além disso, não se pode descartar que a adesão da Argentina ao BRICS, que foi denunciada pelo presidente Javier Milei, possa permanecer na agenda e ser adiada por um tempo. Como a Argentina já foi convidada e seu cenário político é fluido, a perspectiva de se juntar ao bloco pode se tornar uma realidade para este país se as forças alinhadas ao BRICS retomarem o poder em Buenos Aires.

Finalmente, um fator importante na expansão da participação dos países latino-americanos no BRICS será a política dos EUA em relação à região sob Donald Trump. Embora seu gabinete ainda não tenha sido aprovado e nenhuma direção clara tenha sido delineada, várias especulações aumentam a incerteza e aquecem as expectativas de diferentes forças, mas não conseguem fornecer uma imagem objetiva. No entanto, está claro que os países latino-americanos mais uma vez se encontram em uma posição em que devem reagir às medidas tomadas pelo hegemon do norte. Os esforços para estabelecer um curso independente, feitos nas últimas décadas por vários governos na região — principalmente de esquerda — ainda não produziram os resultados desejados e não se tornaram uma realidade tangível. Portanto, sua política externa, incluindo em outras áreas, dependerá até certo ponto do fator Washington. Nesse sentido, o BRICS, não apenas para os recém-ingressados ​​Cuba e Bolívia, pode se tornar uma plataforma para ajudar os países latino-americanos a reduzir sua dependência dos EUA e construir rotas alternativas para suas atividades econômicas e de política externa.

Em meio à incerteza global que assola o mundo de hoje, os países latino-americanos estão buscando mecanismos apropriados para avançar e fortalecer suas posições. Entre eles, estão as formas de cooperação internacional baseadas em coalizões, como as oferecidas pelo BRICS, uma parceria que promete benefícios mútuos.

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El Estado venezolano restringió arbitrariamente el derecho humano a elegir en condiciones de igualdad y no discriminación en perjuicio de todos los venezolanos en el exterior con capacidad de votar, los cuales contabilizan al menos 4.485.470 venezolanos con permisos de residencia y otras estancias regulares, al contravenir los artículos 23.2, 24 y 1.1 de la Convención Americana de Derechos Humanos (CADH), en relación con las obligaciones generales de los artículos 1.1 y 2, los artículos 21.1, 21.3 y 2 de la Declaración Universal de Derechos Humanos; 2.1, 2.2 y 25.b) del Pacto Internacional de Derechos Civiles y Políticos, y 41 de la Convención Internacional sobre Protección de los Derechos de Trabajadores Migratorios y de sus Familiares.

El Estado venezolano restringió los derechos de una población todavía mayor que la que registra algún tipo de residencia o visa, ya que el ejercicio de un derecho político fundamental como el voto sobre asuntos del país de origen no puede estar supeditado a la condición migratoria de las personas, ni a requisitos arbitrarios como el pasaporte y otros registros según los casos, que no se exigen a quienes residen en Venezuela. Para votar debe bastar con la cédula de identidad venezolana (vigente o vencida), tal como se les pide a los venezolanos en el territorio. El Estado discrimina a través de la invocación del artículo 124 de la LOPRE -el cual toma como referencia incluso de manera parcial- y de un instructivo que, al omitir la segunda parte del mencionado artículo, hace todavía más restrictivo el voto en el exterior.

La especialista en derechos humanos destacó que también están las personas “sin contar” dentro de los pocos que pudieron registrarse y luego les llegó un correo que decía que sus datos tenían inconsistencias y que tenían que regresar al consulado. “Ahí ya algunas personas desistieron porque son temas también de pérdida de días de trabajo, de tiempo. Y no todos se pueden dar el lujo de seguir perdiendo días laborales para ir al consulado, entonces también ahí hay un grupo adicional que estaría. No sería quizás sustantivo pero sí considerable, que también queda fuera aún habiéndose podido registrar”, detalló.

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Prejuízos para o corpo ao usar doping.

Essas drogas, no entanto, podem ser extremamente perigosas e, em certas situações, mortais. O efeito negativo que tais substâncias podem trazer ao corpo humano motivou a USADA a alertar os atletas para que nunca façam o uso de PEDs. A agência norte-americana publicou em sua página uma série de vídeos e textos que mostram os efeitos nocivos dos PEDs para a saúde e a ABCD obteve autorização para reproduzir o material no Brasil.

Os PEDs incluem uma série de substâncias, compostos e métodos e, além dos vídeos (em inglês e com legendas em português) que detalham os danos à saúde, os textos classificam as substâncias e seus efeitos nocivos tanto fisiológicos e psicológicos quanto por gênero. Esses textos fornecem, ainda, respostas para questões comuns sobre métodos incluídos na Lista de Substâncias Proibidas da Agência Mundial Antidopagem (AMA) como a dopagem sanguínea.

Agentes Anabólicos (incluindo Testosterona)

O uso médico primário destes compostos é feito em tratamentos de puberdade tardia, em alguns tipos de impotência e perdas de funções causadas por infecção de HIV ou outra doença que acarrete perda muscular.

Quais são potenciais efeitos colaterais de abuso de esteroides anabólicos? Alguns efeitos são fisiológicos e psicológicos e têm potencial de impactar qualquer usuário, enquanto outros são específicos por gênero. A lista a seguir cita alguns desses exemplos:

Fisiológico

Surgimento de acne

Padrão de calvície Masculina

Danos no fígado*

Encerramento prematuro dos centros de crescimento de ossos longos (em adolescentes), o que pode resultar em atrofia de crescimento*

Atrofia de crescimento e interrupção na puberdade em crianças

Psicológico

Aumento de agressividade e apetite sexual, algumas vezes resultando em comportamento anormal sexual e criminal, muitas vezes referido como “Roid Rage” (raiva de esteroide, em tradução livre).

Retirada do uso de esteroides anabólicos pode ser associados com depressão e, em alguns casos, suicídio.

Hormônio Peptídeo, Fatores de Crescimento e Substâncias relacionadas

O uso médico primário destes compostos varia, mas incluem o tratamento de câncer ou ajuda aos bebês nascidos prematuramente. A presença de uma concentração anormal de hormônios e seus metabólitos, taxas relevantes ou marcadores em sua amostra são considerados como indicativos de uso de substâncias proibidas, a menos que você possa comprovar que a concentração era devido a uma condição psicológica ou patológica.

Exemplos incluem hormônio humano do crescimento (hGH), eritropoietina (EPO), insulina, gonadotrofina coriônica humana (HCG) e hormônio adrenocorticotrófico (ACTH).

Vale ressaltar que apesar da presença de alguns fatores de crescimento, preparações com derivados de plaquetas foram removidas da lista de métodos proibidos, já que estudos atuais sobre Plasma Ricos em Plaquetas (PRP), tratamento sanguíneo usado para acelerar a recuperação de lesões, não demonstram qualquer potencial para melhora de desempenho além de um efetivo potencial terapêutico.

Efeitos Fisiológicos

Hipertensão (EPO/hGH)

Câncer sanguíneo/ leucemia (EPO/hGH)

Anemia (EPO)

Derrame (EPO)

Ataque cardíaco

Embolismo pulmonar (EPO)

Feminização (HCG)

Problemas na tireóide (hGH)

Hormônio de Crescimento Humano (hGH)

Fisiológico

Dores de cabeça severa

Perda da visão

Acromegalia (maxilar, sobrancelhas, crânio, mãos e pés protuberantes ou alargados)

Pressão sanguínea alta e falha cardíaca

Diabetes e tumores

Artrite paralisante

Diuréticos

O uso médico primário destes compostos visa tratar condições como hipertensão, doenças renais e falha cardíaca congestiva. Se utilizado sem supervisão médica, diuréticos podem resultar em redução de potássio e possivelmente até em morte.

Fisiológico

Desidratação

Cãibras musculares

Tonteiras ou desmaios

Queda na pressão cardíaca

Perda de coordenação e equilíbrio

4. Estimulantes

O uso médico primário destes compostos visa tratar condições como déficit de atenção (ADD/ADHD), asma, narcolepsia e obesidade.

Fisiológico

Insônia

Ansiedade

Perda de peso

Dependência e vício

Desidratação

Tremores

Aumento da frequência cardíaca e pressão sanguínea

Aumento do risco de derrame, ataque cardíaco e arritmia cardíaca

Cannabis (maconha)

A maconha é classificada como a droga número 1 do Ato do Controle de Substâncias (CSA). Isto significa que tem um alto potencial para abuso. Os efeitos do uso da maconha incluem:

Fisiológico

Aumento da frequência cardíaca

Memória de curto prazo prejudicada

Coordenação e reação a reflexos mais lentos

Habilidade em se concentrar diminuída

Senso de tempo e espaço distorcidos

Doenças respiratórias

Psicológico

Instabilidade de humor

Raciocínio e compreensão de leitura prejudicados

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Exploitation or Death: The Dilemma Many Immigrants Face

When an immigrant decides to come to a country like America for a better life, there are many steps to getting there. The process is usually long, difficult, and often impossible. When coming from a foreign country to immigrate to America, the hoops many immigrants must jump through can make the process so hard that many never complete it. The ability to immigrate to America also depends on where you are from.

For white Europeans and Canadians, immigration to the U.S. is extremely easy, the acceptance rates are high and the likelihood of immigration difficulties is low. Much of the celebrity population of America is Canadian or European, most travel to and from America almost daily. Canadians and Europeans who immigrate to the U.S. don't face much descrimination and find it easy to obtain jobs and assimilate into American life.

For non-white immigrants from Middle Eastern and African countries, the immigration process can be extremely difficult. In Cimamanda Adichie's Americana the character Obinze is outright refused by the American embassy, largely attributed to the post 9/11 fear of non-white men. The process for many immigrants can involve years long waiting periods and large forms to fill out. For many potential immigrants, they do not have the time to wait for their immigration forms to pass through, and many will die or seek refuge before the process is complete. For Mexican or South American immigrants, many will resort to crossing the U.S. border in order to escape their lives in their home country which they are no longer safe to stay in. this leads them to risk detention or deportation risking their lives to come to America illegally. Many who manage to make it over the border illegally must work and live under the table in order to support themselves. Many are exploited due to their vulnerable position and inability to rely on government support.

For those who do make it through the immigration process, they must follow many rule set forth by ICE in order to stay in the states. For those with an educational visa, there is little to no possibility for them to work due to immigration laws surrounding F1 visas. Many who legally immigrate to the U.S. cannot find a job due to language barriers, lack of qualification, no connections, or stigma surrounding immigrants. For many on a student visa, they must work using someone else's papers or with employers who are aware of their situation. Both lend to exploitation and blackmail. Many immigrants must return home because of inability to support themselves or due to deportation. Lending the question, who does immigration help?

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Brasil tem que abrir o olho e parar de atacar governo Lula: _ Por quê?

Já há algum tempo, quem é da área jurídica sabe, as empresas norte-americanas, ou mistas, com filiais no Brasil, como a Uber, o Google, o grupo da imobiliária “unicórnio” Quinto Andar (Fifth Floor) e seus investidores, o Facebook, o Twitter, o You Tube e muitas outras, sempre enfrentam as leis brasileiras querendo impor “a sua interpretação” ou a burla mesmo, porque a palavra é essa.  ESSE É O PROBLEMA que já está gritando.

A América do lado de cá, tem que unir forças. E é o que Lula vem tentando fazer há tempos. Nada a ver com o comunismo. E nem esse é o interesse.

No Brasil, até o comunismo tem outra cara. A maior prova disso, foi a volta de Lula. Pareceu um pedido de socorro às autoridades: soltem ele e deixem-no governar.

 O Brasil por adotar tanta parafernália ideologica de fontes estrangeiras, acaba afetando o bem estar do seu próprio país. Nenhuma forma de governo é bem sucedido no mundo, mas há governos inteligentes que sabem que, impor, é ganhar revolta. E não importa quantas forças armadas tenham, o governo NUNCA poderá conter um povo.

Esqueçam o comunismo. Ditadura nenhuma dará certo no Brasil. Tem a ver com inteligência. Estamos em tempos difíceis, e o Brasil e os outros países da América Latina, precisam se unir e aprender a se defender.

Nosso país foi destruído por grupos estrangeiros e brasileiros traíras...Entenda porque o grupo golpista de Bolsonaro, ataca tanto o STF e desacreditam o  ministro Alexandre de Moraes:

Já nem se menciona indícios, porque é explícito mesmo e se não combaterem essas empresas com sanções mais pesadas no Judiciário, ou descontinuar certas concessões (porque, pode e em certos casos, deve) existirão novas turbulências, porque, está claro o papel delas: tumultuar e desestabilizar.

O Twitter, como se esperava quando ele foi “vendido, traz de volta o Donald Trump. Ele é amigo de Trunp (de longa data) sendo que esse é seu aliado. 

Elon Musk, que em sua rede, questiona os poderes do ministro Alexandre de Moraes. E Trump, todos sabem que  também se relacionava com Bolsonaro.

O Facebook, lança o 'envio de mensagens' para 5.000 pessoas de uma só vez (pra ficar mais fácil enviar o rol de fake news). Para a Justiça brasileira e as dos países que combatem a empresa, será mais demorado resolver e isso visa não terem um maior controle do estrago,entre outras estratégias da META.

A Quinto Andar “serviços imobiliários” (ela é uma investidora e seguradora) se apodera de imóveis que pertencem à União para comércio, sem que Estado e União recebam impostos e tomem conhecimento. Segundo inúmeras reclamações de pessoas na internet, em órgãos de proteção ao consumidor, em sites de advocacia, em redes sociais, como tinha a página @lesados pela quinto andar que foi retirada do ar.

Isso, inclusive, já vem sendo denunciado aos MPs de alguns Estados. Ademais, tem os advogados que há tempos vem denunciando lavagem e outras mamatas.

Além de ameaças e de danos injustos aos usuários (ela é um golpe), essa empresa vem arrasando, economicamente, a classe média brasileira desde a época Dilma, no que aumentou o número de pessoas dessa classe, dentre os desabrigados, com o “golpe do conflito de locador e inquilino” _ uma tática suja e organizada para ganho ilícito através da arbitragem. 

Além de vendas de imóveis irregulares e receptados em cartórios, a empresa tem causado muita confusão no Brasil.

Há casos em que enfrentam descaradamente o tribunal Estatal, para continuar lesando a União através da imposição do método de arbitragem que foi difundido há alguns anos no Brasil e que pelo que consta, vem no contrato deles (a arbitragem é um lixo, é a porta aberta pra corrupção).

O Telegram, nem precisa se explicar muito e, o Google, cuja explicação se torna mais dispensável ainda, pois patrocina diversas essas marcas, de forma, que estão em todos os campos de busca e anúncios da internet e em aplicativos, excessivamente. A imobiliária que não é imobiliária, por exemplo, é uma das suas “startups”.

E esse grupo de predadores agora, depois de Portugal (que andou em crise imobiliária) está se preparando para se instalar em mais países em crise, países na América do Sul, que estão pobres e com quadros de fome e divisões políticas.

Precisou de muito tempo para ligar o Tico e o Teco??

Cadê Bolsonaro? Nos EUA. 

Onde estava Anderson Torres? Nos EUA.

E mais, mais, e mais...A omissão está na cara todos os dias.

Não importa o que você seja, se é brasileiro, argentino, chileno, colombiano, venezuelano ou de outras nacionalidades que compõe a América do Sul e a Latina:

 _ Nós temos lido, visto, vivido e nos certificado que a cada dia mais, toda empresa procedente dos EUA, não respeitam nem a lei e nem o povo das outras Américas.

Essa história envolvendo a tentativa de golpe no Brasil, está muito mal explicada e vai dar muito o que falar.

E ainda tem o pendrive que o filho de Bolsonaro foi levar ao Oriente Médio, e entregou ao governo, durante a Copa do Quatar, que nem mencionaram mais.

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Pedro Infante: Curiosidades y Su Visa Americana

Un documento raro de Pedro Infante sale a la luz: su visa estadounidense de 1947, casi una década antes de su trágica muerte.Pedro Infante: Curiosidades y Su Visa Americana

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Irá passar por Rondonia, Governo Lula destinará R$ 4,5 bilhões para bioceânica que passará além da Ponte Internacional de Guajará-Mirim

A ministra do Planejamento, Simone Tebet, ganhou destaque na recente reunião entre as equipes dos presidentes Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva e Xi Jinping, ao apresentar detalhes do programa Rotas de Integração Sul-Americana. O programa, criado no ano passado, visa aprimorar rotas logísticas para o comércio intrarregional e ampliar conexões com o Pacífico, especialmente através de rodovias e…

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Um Manifesto para o Retorno da América ao Governo Conservador » 48forward #ÚltimasNotícias #Suiça

Hot News É um manifesto conservador que apresenta em 900 páginas uma visão para o futuro dos EUA: o chamado Projecto 2025 da Heritage Foundation. O que é apresentado aqui é mais do que apenas um guia; É um plano que visa dar ao próximo presidente conservador as ferramentas para conduzir as instituições americanas de volta a águas conservadoras, após décadas de mudança. As exigências e objectivos…

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EUA anunciam investimento milionário em parque industrial de terras raras no Brasil

A Embaixada dos Estados Unidos anunciou na segunda-feira, 21, um investimento significativo de US$ 150 milhões na unidade operacional do grupo Serra Verde, situada em Minaçu, Goiás. O investimento, realizado em conjunto pelas empresas norte-americanas Denham Capital e Minerals Group, em parceria com a Vision Blue Resources, visa expandir a produção de terras raras, elementos químicos vitais para…

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Festival de vinhos portugueses leva 41 produtores aos Estados Unidos em outubro

Cerca de 40 produtores de sete regiões vitivinícolas nacionais participam no Port Wine Fest, um festival que celebra os vinhos, a gastronomia e a cultura portugueses e decorre a partir de sábado em três cidades norte-americanas.

A Associação das Empresas de Vinho do Porto (AEVP) disse, em comunicado, que o festival de vinhos portugueses vai passar por Las Vegas, Chicago e Nova Iorque, cidades dos Estados Unidos da América (EUA) e prolonga-se até ao dia 16 de outubro.

O Port Wine Fest é um festival de vinhos, gastronomia e cultura portuguesa, lançado este ano pela AEVP que visa apresentar aos consumidores dos EUA o melhor de Portugal através de uma série de eventos pelo país.

“É uma honra mostrar a rica diversidade e herança dos vinhos portugueses a um público cada vez maior e mais entusiasta", afirma a diretora executiva da AEVP, Isabel Marrana, citada em comunicado.

A associação diz que é necessário desenvolver todos os esforços no sentido de aumentar as vendas dos vinhos portugueses e a sua divulgação no mundo, sobretudo em mercados com potencial de crescimento.

Isto, numa altura em que se vive uma crise de excesso de vinho no país, nomeadamente na Região Demarcada do Douro, e onde se “verificam desadequações estruturais entre a oferta e a procura”.

E, segundo a AEVP, o Port Wine Fest visa precisamente desenvolver ações de internacionalização dos vinhos portugueses junto dos consumidores americanos, estando previsto um programa que inclui a participação em festivais de vinho e gastronomia dos Estados Unidos da América (EUA) e na realização de eventos exclusivos.

Na edição de abril, o festival passou por Vail, Denver, Pebble Beach, Califórnia e São Francisco, com a representação de 42 empresas de vinhos.

Agora, em outubro a representação portuguesa far-se-á com 41 empresas portuguesas representando sete regiões vitivinícolas nacionais, sendo esta, segundo a AEVP, “a maior representação das empresas de vinhos portuguesas nos EUA”.

“Estamos ansiosos por continuar esta jornada, fortalecendo as nossas ligações e partilhando as histórias únicas por detrás de cada garrafa", salienta Isabel Marrana.

A associação salientou o empenho em fazer com que este “investimento promocional seja reprodutivo e contribua para o aumento da procura dos vinhos portugueses”.

Em Las Vegas, o Port Wine Fest integrará o festival USA Today Wine & Food Experience, e, em Chicago, o objetivo é apresentar a profissionais do setor, imprensa e consumidores o vasto mundo dos vinhos de vários produtores de Portugal, com gastronomia da Cadinho Bakery and Café e música inspirada pela região.

Esta edição do festival culmina em Nova Iorque, em 16 de outubro, com uma cerimónia privada de entronização para dar as boas-vindas e celebrar os novos membros da Confraria do Vinho do Porto, oferecendo, em parceria com o ‘chef’ Nuno Sousa e Leitão, uma experiência gastronómica ao longo do dia.

A AEVP, criada em janeiro de 1975, e que tem sede em Vila Nova de Gaia, visa a promoção e proteção da indústria e comércio dos vinhos do Douro e Porto e outros produtos vinícolas da região demarcada do Douro, tanto a nível nacional como internacional.