What Happens In Comedy

I will keep this (auto)biography as short as possible:
Born in São Paulo, Brazil, 1995, my parents decided to move to Denmark when I was almost six. My mom is Danish, hence the move.
Since I was little I had strong desire to help people. When my dad let me know about the Holocaust at the age of six, because we are Jewish, I just couldn’t comprehend that such unfairness existed. It seemed surreal, and it developed a very strong sense of justice in me.
Despite wanting to be a Doctor, like my father, I always loved to entertain people through shows and films. In school I made a big show out of every presentation – I wanted the audience to be blown away every single time. But I never really dared to say, I wanted to become a film maker, because it was too unrealistic and dreamlike, I was told.
Fast-forward to 2015 and I was 19, where I hit a wall. I experienced my first, and so far only, existential crisis, found out I was on the complete wrong path in my life. Was going to be a hardcore business-woman in order to be rich and happy. That was the goal. But that goal seemed pretty stupid and meaningless when I zoomed out in the picture of my life, and saw, I was willing to sacrifice a big chunk of it in exchange for an illusion of what a happy life was. I found back to my roots about wanting to help other people, and at the same time, wanting to express myself and my new-found thoughts about life. That’s when I decided – over night - I wanted to be a film maker. It seemingly came out of the blue, and people around me kinda laughed at my choice to start with, because it seemed so absurd and so un-like me, but for me, I had never been so sure of anything else in my life.

I knew it was going to get hard starting out, and it was kind of tough scraping money to make indie-productions on the side of a full-time study (I have a Bachelor Degree in Business Administration and Philosophy from Copenhagen Business School), but luckily – due to my Brazilian background – I reminded myself to put a little perspective into things, and always remember that becoming a film maker in Denmark is probably the less difficult place to do so in the world. So I stopped whining and worked for it.
And here I am six years later, studying scriptwriting at the national Norwegian Film School, five short films in my resumé and a whole bunch of projects and visions ahead of me. And still a long way to go, because I intend to walk the extra mile.
I hope my life story matters less than my filmography and my hard efforts to becoming a film maker. That is what defines me more than anything. I cannot decide my background, but I can decide how I spend my time now, and I hope my actions will speak louder than my identity.