I did my research on where to study next, so I started an intensive acting-for-films course. Two weeks only, five hours a day. It was hectic, full on. I must confess that when I started I sucked at it, I sucked badly. Of course, I had never done it before, besides I was super shy. How could I not have sucked? But from that first day onwards…I confirmed that my true passion was to act.
Actually, people that met me after I started studying acting, don’t even believe me when I say “I used to be shy”. But I was. Acting transformed me, it gave me life. I started to loosen up a bit by the last few days of the course. And every day I liked it more and more. I was happy at each class, and I felt more alive than ever. I had found something that made my soul beam with passion, and that’s freaking beautiful.
A week after that class started, my parents decided that the best -for the family business- was to go back to South America. Our cycle in Spain was finished. Just like that…One June afternoon, as I laid sick in bed -with the chicken pox- we’ve been told about our new destiny:
+”In ten days we move back to Paraguay”.
In that moment, it was the worst news ever to me. Like someone just pulled the rug below me. My life in Spain was just so perfect. I was happy, I was doing good in High-School, I was finally studying what I loved and had lots of great friends. I loved Spain -And I will always do- What else could a teenager ask for? But all that amazing life would vanish in ten days! Not even with enough notice to process it, on top of that, me being sick and not able to spend every one of those ten days out and about, seizing it and saying good-bye. A bit over a week and my life will do another 180º turn. Could you imagine how -15-years-old-me felt? I felt my world crumble, I felt my world being taken away…
Well, that’s part of being a Zamora hey! Nothing I could do about it but accept it with good vibes hoping it’s for the best. We have two options when we are faced with a situation: Either we sink in a hole, or we look for the best way to see it, adjusting and finding the silver lining to it. So I think “Luckily, we had to go back”. Why luckily? I don’t think luck is the word, I don’t believe in luck. I mean, thanks to this amazing life, we had to go back. Why? Because  everything we lived after that -I will tell you as we go- we wouldn’t have lived it had we stayed. And every year was better than the previous one. Now, knowing all that, I can look back and say: “Thank God we left Spain”.
I was able to finish up the course just in time. -All my videos with the chicken pox face though- I went back with a clear goal, I dared to try acting and I absolutely loved it. I would never give that up, I was 100 per cent sure that’s what I wanted for my life.
We arrived in Paraguay by the beginning of July 2008. I was organizing my quinceañera party for November with my Mum -though it’d technically be my sweet 16- I have booked the venue, made the guests list, we were working on decoration and the dress.
Few weeks later, something wonderful and unexpected shook my plans up again. Pedro arrived, my dad’s friend, that six years ago had hosted my brothers in the US. And straight up causally, without thinking about it, I joked:
-“Uncle, When is it gonna be my turn to go to the States with you?”
I remember that day vividly. We were in the car. My dad and him, front seats; my mum and I, back seats. Pedro turned to me and said:
+”Let’s go Paolita”.
Oh boy, my heart just skipped a beat. I wasn’t sure if that was a really bad-taste joke or a damn beautiful dream.
I said:
-“Really, uncle? That is my dream”.
He smiled at me and said:
+”Of course honey, if your dad says yes, we get your visa and we depart in two weeks”.

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