Introduction
It is so habituated in the power of so many accomplished crimes. And the silenced tribunals sentence innocent convicts.
"The problem lives, yes, in the teachers' quality, that it is very debatable here in Luanda. To have an idea than he happens, I tell him just that I know about teachers that kneel down before students, asking them for us not to denounce his incompetence… there are them, yes. And look that, today, some of those educational ones without the minimum of competence drive departments and some other they already drove until universities… "
In Paulo de Carvalho, sociologist, in interview to the Weekly publication O PAÍS, in Luanda, Angola.
And we demanded the price from the barrel of petroleum to 70 dollars or else… we immigrated to Somalia and we will pirate them.
Who promises the freedom and later in the power it removes her, it dirties her, it is just a group of rabbles. Following he grows up a force military, genuine militias, privatized for protection of the eternal to can. The population waits for her the ephemeral freedom of the unemployment, of the poverty and finally the death for the hunger.
He presumed, was certified that the world would be democratized. But what do see? He is so cut into pieces, so tyrannized, so triumphed. Then where it is, was the democracy where? He hovers thereabout, somewhere it forces, virulent. For incredible that it seems the tyrannies are reinforced in the fetid ditch, in the lovers of the bank democracies of the first world.
And Luanda was vulgarized... in one more country of the useless conferences.
It is so habituated in the power of so many accomplished crimes. And the silenced tribunals sentence innocent convicts. Now I have this nightmare of living surrounded of so many criminals. In the way that the things are and they walk, Luanda is just capable for criminals and murderers. It is easy to imagine what will happen in the coming days.
They make the works, they destroy the walks. Wash of cars in the public road, in an ode to the waters that destroy him recently badly built. Music noise the possible most violent day and night. Buckets of filthy waters thrown at random of the balconies of the buildings. Incredible invasions of mosquitoes that pursue us day and night for us to suck the blood that remains us. Generators that smoke and they murder us slowly and make noise day and night. Motorbikes with free escapes that they imitate shots, day and night. To get to rest, to sleep enough is miracle. We lived at a vast corral of concentration of pigs. There is no law, each one dictated yours, private. The law of the sorcery dominates. Luanda is not a “country”, it is one more state-failed.
There are "many sort things out of killing a man. One of them is not to let to sleep him. I am convinced that he doesn't die for fatigue, but because he cannot dream." Eugenics Rich in EL MUNDO
Everything begins to be under foreign domain. What will bring serious consequences for the unemployed slack rope. Many foreigners say on Luanda indiscriminately. And healthy reason of banter because they don't understand anything of Luanda, of Africa. Only lack to put in the power a foreign president. The one that for moving of the tentacles of moment, it won't surprise.
Picture: Angola em fotos
It is so habituated in the power of so many accomplished crimes. And the silenced tribunals sentence innocent convicts.
"The problem lives, yes, in the teachers' quality, that it is very debatable here in Luanda. To have an idea than he happens, I tell him just that I know about teachers that kneel down before students, asking them for us not to denounce his incompetence… there are them, yes. And look that, today, some of those educational ones without the minimum of competence drive departments and some other they already drove until universities… "
In Paulo de Carvalho, sociologist, in interview to the Weekly publication O PAÍS, in Luanda, Angola.
And we demanded the price from the barrel of petroleum to 70 dollars or else… we immigrated to Somalia and we will pirate them.
Who promises the freedom and later in the power it removes her, it dirties her, it is just a group of rabbles. Following he grows up a force military, genuine militias, privatized for protection of the eternal to can. The population waits for her the ephemeral freedom of the unemployment, of the poverty and finally the death for the hunger.
He presumed, was certified that the world would be democratized. But what do see? He is so cut into pieces, so tyrannized, so triumphed. Then where it is, was the democracy where? He hovers thereabout, somewhere it forces, virulent. For incredible that it seems the tyrannies are reinforced in the fetid ditch, in the lovers of the bank democracies of the first world.
And Luanda was vulgarized... in one more country of the useless conferences.
It is so habituated in the power of so many accomplished crimes. And the silenced tribunals sentence innocent convicts. Now I have this nightmare of living surrounded of so many criminals. In the way that the things are and they walk, Luanda is just capable for criminals and murderers. It is easy to imagine what will happen in the coming days.
They make the works, they destroy the walks. Wash of cars in the public road, in an ode to the waters that destroy him recently badly built. Music noise the possible most violent day and night. Buckets of filthy waters thrown at random of the balconies of the buildings. Incredible invasions of mosquitoes that pursue us day and night for us to suck the blood that remains us. Generators that smoke and they murder us slowly and make noise day and night. Motorbikes with free escapes that they imitate shots, day and night. To get to rest, to sleep enough is miracle. We lived at a vast corral of concentration of pigs. There is no law, each one dictated yours, private. The law of the sorcery dominates. Luanda is not a “country”, it is one more state-failed.
There are "many sort things out of killing a man. One of them is not to let to sleep him. I am convinced that he doesn't die for fatigue, but because he cannot dream." Eugenics Rich in EL MUNDO
Everything begins to be under foreign domain. What will bring serious consequences for the unemployed slack rope. Many foreigners say on Luanda indiscriminately. And healthy reason of banter because they don't understand anything of Luanda, of Africa. Only lack to put in the power a foreign president. The one that for moving of the tentacles of moment, it won't surprise.
Picture: Angola em fotos
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