To Occident of the Paradise (39). In an it was written: “More forest is been there had been there had arrived."

The days passed and Vera Cruz continued in the secular marine route. On board nothing had to mark. The routine was distressing, excepting once in a while the distraction that the flying fish provided. One of our non-commissioned officers informed us, that when we arrived to the area of Ecuador would feel climatic change due to the heat. Of facto it was like this. The hot time settled on board. The more we navigated; we felt the discomfort due to the humidity that was glued in our bodies. Luanda approached.

CHAPTER IV

THE WAR

Luanda, Angola, August 9, 1971

We moored. The stairways, making to remind a drawbridge went down. While we went down for earth, some ladies of the Feminine National Movement offered us a case with a lighter, the famous - Ronsom of the prick - a brush, a tube with cream to shave and some sheets that cut everything less the beard. After a short trip to Grafanil, we were awaiting the MVL-movement of Quick Vehicles, made for civil drivers that would take us to the destiny in trucks. The beds were made of cement and just kept by a ceiling cemented also. Almost outdoors. The discomfort was evident.

The trucks arrived. One more trip bound for Quibala of the North of Angola. I went in a truck that carried part of our belongings. I got solve me on top in a seating place of the load. Very uncomfortable, I settled the best than it was possible. We stopped in Caxito. I was surprised with the amount of children that they asked for us something. I threw them with some packages of cookie of my iron ration. We continued trip. The landscape to our destiny had grass very loud. I saw the mysterious baobabs for the first time. The asphalt had already finished, we passed for hoses whose branches beat in the vehicle. I took advantage and I picked many that it went eating for the road.

Now they were pricked that constantly did to swing the truck. To continue seating he became a great discomforting. As we penetrated for the dense bush, I began to think that we were in earth of anybody, because if it didn't sight any house, nor himself. And if it burst some mine?! Or if we were attacked, because the place was ideal for that? Instinctively I held with more care in G3. I concentrated on the noises and in the movements of the vegetation. The trip never again ended. He went literally all party, exhausted... finally we arrived. For a horrible year this would be my new house.

We were received with great party, because the company that we will pay awaited impatient our arrival. They had finished her service commission. They called us of parakeets due to we be inexperienced in these adventures. Two posters called me the attention. In an it was written: "More forest is been there had been there had arrived." In the other: "Our force is the rice with hotdogs."

The hard faces that it observed presented fatigue, precocious old age of veteran. The non-commissioned officer Moreira instructed me, that the veteran ones awaited me in the position of radio for me to receive the equipments and the handling instructions.

To Occident of the Paradise (38). He just intended to study. To read a lot and with that to satisfy my constant doubts. He felt very happy with that.

He was already completely re-established, and some friends that visited told me to me that I had luck, because I got sick at the end of the specialty. Otherwise he would have that to repeat. In fact that it was also my fear. As there was a nurse that facilitated us the life to I change of a tip, he pleased to drink beer, that here was the Super Bock, and that could affirm was the national beer of Oporto. I also asked for a meat sandwich. When the order arrived, after to eat and to drink I felt as new. Impatiently it waited the day of the exit, what ended for happening. In the regiment, they informed me of the last events. Inside of few days it would finish the specialty. After that it would be sent to another place. However the mobilization order came. My destiny would be Angola. But before it would be part of a company that was already to form in Santa Margarida.

That irony of the destiny, Santa Margarida was close of Tramagal. Before, I was the careful of informing Belita for letter. Seemingly it showed satisfaction, but I maintained my reservations. In spite of everything she was my cousin. It would be said that the proximity was to say good-bye of her. The other irony was Mota for Mozambique, Quitério for to Guinea and me for Angola. Will it be that PIDE knew about our relationship and did he send each one to a distant place so that we could not be together? Or was it just mere coincidence? I will never know it.

Plus fifteen days of field to live in camping tents for us to prepare ourselves - as they said - for the war in Angola. I said goodbye to Belita and of her boyfriend that informed of our relationship he didn't leave Belita only one moment. He avoided to speak with me. In my aunt's presence, during one moment in that we were alone, she got the attention of Belita saying that it didn't like anything him, and that she preferred me. That would not give a lot of attention to that man because it was very wicked.

Finished the farewells, the ship Vera Cruz was already moored to our wait, for one more trip heading for Angola. They promoted me to first-corporal radio telegraph operator due to the punctuation of the final tests. Before, I went to the Cais of Sodré, and I bought a great amount of small and big snails, oregos, and a shrimp box that I cooked for all, as being the final farewell. My father and my mother insisted on going aboard. I refused and I explained to them that that would become sad a lot. Of facto, when Vera Cruz slowly began the manoeuvres to free and to find more space to navigate, a crowd in the main rail greeted with white handkerchiefs agitating them with the hands, in what they were rewarded in earth. This made to remember the codfishes that they left in the task of the fishing of the cod.

He knew after the destiny in Angola was São Salvador of Congo. But it was not true. Because of safety, when if it questioned our destiny the answer was that. I admit that he would like to see my parents in earth. I didn't resist and the tears came me to the eyes. Will it be that I will never again see them? A great sadness took possession of me. When he see my homelike house? My siblings and sisters? My friends? Finally, everything abandoned for the force of the circumstances. Until when? But what badly did do? He just intended to study. To read a lot and with that to satisfy my constant doubts. He felt very happy with that. It is where went books didn't exist.

To Occident of the Paradise (37). That the war was lost, it was only to see what was to happen in Guinea.

In the last practical classes with the radios, the first-sergeant taught us to remove the moustaches of the whistle of the sound to obtain a good syntony. In the barracks, Neves told me in secret that if she prepared to flee. He would not go alone, other they would accompany him. He would go to the exile. He invited me also for accompanying in the escape. That the war was lost, it was only to see what was to happen in Guinea. And how we were antifascist, our duty was to defend the people of the colonies, and not to combat against them. I told him the reasons because it would not go. I explained to him that Quitério had me statement. He made me to promise that he would keep secret, and he asked for me my home for later to write me. In little time we would be mobilized to combat the patriots of the colonies, and there it would be already very far away. Few days later he didn't appear more. Some informed ones commented on: "One more than he fled."

One more friend than he would never again see. His escape was consummated. Again I felt alone and melancholic. I saw that it would be always like this during the rest of my life.

Again I was attacked by the chronic bronchitis. There are several months that such it didn't happen me. The disease was owed to the electrician profession, because of the constant powder that accompanied me, when he had to enlarge the passages of the walls of bricks to put the plastic tubes. The atmosphere that it surrounded was me always very saturated of powder. I arrived at the point of just after one month, infect me again. The doctor told me to do operation to the bronchitis in the Hospital of the Work. Everything was prepared for that. I almost waited four hours in the hospital and nobody called. I waited for one more mouthfuls. I abandoned the place. I think still today should be to my wait.

I got to get well for own means. One of them went to abandon the powder atmospheres exactly. But even so I fell again. Three days ago knocked down in the bed of the barracks, the ear hurt me. To chew or to swallow what wants that it went provoked me strong pains. He neither got to eat nor to drink. They already had statement to the applicant that happened with me. He didn't make any decision. I thought that due to the previous events would let to die. Before my friends' pressure he came to see me. He sent me for the infirmary. There, they verified that my health condition deserved internment. They sent me for the Military Hospital of Oporto where I was interned. Due to my aspect they asked me because alone reason now had arrived. To speak was painful. But for the yes for the no, I preferred to keep silence due to the reprisals that the applicant would exercise on me.

I stayed there about two weeks. The atmosphere was militarized, evident. He could not leave the place where was. The only for pleasure that had was to look for the window and to see the yard that there was in front. Unhappily he didn't have anybody with whom talks. As always the habitual conversations were always on football. I admit that I never wasted time with things football players. I always considered, and I consider that it is a pure waste of time. But it is necessary for the governments to entertain their people and they divert them the attention of the immense problems that a country has. After all it is good to remember that the soccer is a business empire. It is necessary to brutalize the populations. It is the more football, better.

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To Occident of the Paradise (36). I Thought that it was due to that that the ports are excellent.

We were in the beginning of the class to await for the applicant. He arrived and it occupied her place. He looked at us almost all one to an and he asked:

- Who is that it is married?

They were just about three that answered affirmatively.

- And are your wives them followers?

All answered that yes.

- Is he the sure?!

For the visas he wanted to cause us some embarrassment.

- No, we don't have. They are far, and here we don't know what do at this time.

- And if they go betrayal victims… the one what will make?!

Nobody answered. Then it was turned for me as inquisitor that demands an answer. Did I think, but reason me?! Did I suspect that it would already have arrived him something to the ears of our religious debates in the barracks.

- My applicant, if I pick my wife with other… I order to walk her in the calms.

- Does he continue to live with her how horned?!

- No my applicant, we separated and each one follows his life.

- I give him a blow load that will be interned at the hospital for several weeks, or I kill her!

- But, my applicant, I am not owner of her vagina. She is that he knows what to do with her.

The man blushed:

- You don't pass of a stupid. They are you that are to destroy Portugal. With those progressive visions they are to flood us with your Marxism. They are to adulterate our habits. The whole betrayed man is entitled to defend his honour... you was to go already for the prison.

I was apprehensive. I think from now on him would be also one more enemy. Then, in the barracks, Neves encouraged me: "while individuals of these exist, Portugal will never go to the front"

It was the winter peak. In the barracks the humidity was very high. The water was slippery for the walls. I thought that it was due to that that the ports are excellent. My breathing began to suffer the consequences and the bronchitis attacked me with force. I remembered my mother when my brother still small it fell in the Rio of Caldeirão in Tramagal and it was - according to her - safe thanks to a name syrup Bonquitina. I bought him, I took him, but it didn't get to get better because the cold and the humidity continued intensified. Besides I remembered that the family had bronchitis congenital, with a brother and asthmatic sister. The difficulty of breathing increased me.

Even so, in the morning when striping of the day I went to the dining hall to look for the milk with hot coffee that he would do me well. I arrived to middle of the ascent and the breathing I needed... he didn't get to breathe... I felt that will die. My last farewell thought went to my mother, later for my father. But the breathing returned, I got to recover some air. Wrapped in a blanket crawled and I got to arrive. Who was of officer in the daytime he was our applicant. He told him that was me to happen and with the container in the hand asked for him authorization for filling. He looked at me with contempt and I saw in their eyes revenge desires.

- No, and skirt of here immediately!

Still today those moments pursue me. Of facto people exist whose wickedness serves as pastime just for us to do badly. They feel happy with the misfortune of the other ones. But the syrup Bronquitina did me well, I got better and I returned to the normality.

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To Occident of the Paradise (35). I Found joke and he said for me same that it would not get to hypnotize me.

An Azorean, that I never got to know reason, it didn't like anything me. No matter how much it tried his friendship, he looked at me always with hate and contempt. I began to think that it didn't beat well of the head. After finishing a guard he approached me, it pointed me the weapon and he told me that will kill myself. Of course took the thing for the game. But he insisted, and it put a bullet in the camera. I saw her finger press the trigger lightly, and while he approached him, also he stood back. I convinced myself that will shoot. Then it stopped, he landed the weapon and he stood back. They told me to do complaint of him because it was a dangerous type. I didn't make it, because that would destroy her life forever. But since then I was always with him under eye. Neves suggested that he was follower of the Priest, and that he hated me due to the critics that I did to the religion. Neves put her left hand on my right shoulder and she revealed me:

- Tomorrow I will bring you a good book!

He lived in the vicinity of the regiment and due to that he always walked with books that he brought of her house. Anyway it carried always one that read in the available moments. The book that brought was me very bulky, the History Western Philosophy by Bertrand Russell’s. He didn't know if he would have time for reading. I took advantage of the nights when we left the regiment. As the door of weapons contained at one in the morning, who if it distracted was in the street. He happened with some.

It was in Arcádia with the heavy volume to the closing. He didn't sleep enough. Sometimes in the classes he fell asleep to write the Morse. He woke up afraid and he saw risks in the paper leaf. Even so I got to read the bulky book.

When the corporal Silva was absent left one of us to drive it the class that passed the air base. We made paper airplanes, we threw them for the space and there they went them to fly her. It was always somebody to watch for we be not surprised. One day somebody forgot to watch or he did on purpose. Suddenly the corporal Silva appears and he sees the space of the flooded of airplanes room of classes. We were all in panic awaiting the worst:

- It is the last time that I inform you, of the close will be all lost. I don't also want to annoy me because I am almost in the readiness. Starting from tomorrow you are more lost still, because I will be absent some days. I will be substituted by our applicant and I inform them that to the low thing he gives them soon a lost.

We were very apprehensive because the applicant treated us with contempt.

We had a friend that was hypnotist. He got to convince the applicant to do a session of hypnotism. I thought that it was one more of those charlatans of fairs. But the right is that first it put one of us to meow her, other to bark, and still other to imitate a pig. The attendance laughed a lot with this show. I found joke and he said for me same that it would not get to hypnotize me. I offered as one more volunteer. After a great effort the man didn't get and it gave up, being excused that it didn't get with this. And he asked me reason: I answered him that he just had salary to my brain that my willpower was superior to the one of him.

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To Occident of the Paradise (34). The History will absolve me of Fidel Castro, and The Red Book, of Mao Tse-tung.

The first thing that they ordered to do us was to form in the stop, and to learn a new march style. We had to lift the very high knees and to beat with the boots in the ground with force. This style of marching was identical to the of the commands, and he didn't understand the reason. Also little or anything I interested. The vertical position was rigorous. The beard always in day, if it didn't admit the low fails in shaving. The cap with the emblem of the spider that identified as belonging to the weapon of the engineering communications, it was lightly fall for the right in the head, and the emblem had to be always in the vertical. The tie and the shirt always impeccable. The jacket also, with all of the buttoned buttons. The pants, safe to middle of the attackers of the boots, always well polished. The rigidity was such that in the exit reviews to they went the hand by the face to see if it was well shaved.

Our platoon commander was an applicant, almost always substituted by two corporals. We began our first Morse class with the corporal Silva, where some was noticed cry, as it is natural. The corporal Silva noticed us immediately that the instruction was very rigorous, and any indiscipline, the student would take immediately with RDM, Regulation of Military Discipline, or it would go to the prison.

First, we began with Morse classes in slow speed, with the time increased, so that if it turned very difficult to write the letters of the sounds that we heard.

The coffee Arcádia was close, and he had billiards. It was here that we passed the nights. He was always to overfill. It was thanks to us that he made good business. It was here that I met Neves. He participated in a debate in that it defended the end of the colonial war. For the argument I noticed that it was educated. It told me after they lacked him some school disciplines, and for that they sent him for the general contingent. In the barracks it surprised me with two books. The History will Absolve me of Fidel Castro, and Mao Tse-tung's Red Book. The books circulated of hand in hand with the largest discretion, or else we would be all arrested. I feared that somebody denounced us this event, but no, nobody made it. The friend of the close bed was catechist. Their interventions always had stamp religious person, an unhealthy fanaticism. Due to that, me and the Neves we passed to also call him Priest, and the whole barracks. With Neves and our public speaking, we put the man, it can be guaranteed, in the lines of the madness.

The debates turned true battles nuns… the Priest always lost. And when we heard screams was the perverted of Madragoa with yours equips, that before contained the doors of the barracks and with an immobilized victim, it lowered her the pants and later it pulled the hair close to the penis one to a, and telling them asked us if they were enough or not. In the next victim they would be her pulled more hair than the previous, because it was necessary to ratify the record.

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To Occident of the Paradise (33). Later we rested and some made a thing that left me hispid.

At night during dinner, my mother made me company, we were alone. The rest of the family walked somewhere thereabout. She probes me:

- Do you still continue to write to Belita?

The question picked me unaware, I grew weak, he wanted to explode in words, but I controlled.

- Yes mother, once in a while.

Actually the correspondence was scarce, because I had devoted myself to the apathy.

- My care son, that people is very dangerous. She already arranged other, one of Tramagal that has some properties and it should be for that. Don't call more the that people. They are people that don't interest you. They will only do you badly... she came here and it took all of the letters that she wrote you.

I breathed bottom and I exploded in silence. Suddenly I felt like to go immediately to Tramagal and to undo it in mouthfuls. He ends without understanding, and with the help of the traumas of the troop, I began in the discovery that is difficult to live together and to trust the people. I never imagined that Belita made me a thing of these. It costs me to understand as the people change like this suddenly. Starting from here my sadness still increased more. He loved her of truth. The women are skilled in giving us the turn. Finally, my mother increased that my aunt was very displeased with that. And that Belita later would be sorry. I decided to forget the episode. I thought with sorrow that after all Belita didn't pass of a vulgar prostitute. It is not like this that it is changed of person suddenly.

My mother got up and she went to the kitchen. She brought a plate with big and fleshy black grapes. She knew that I liked these grapes a lot. While he delighted to eat berry after berry, she remembered something:

- These grapes remind me when it was new.

- Reason mother?

- We went in ranches to work in the he is hit of the grapes. Then we rested and some made a thing that left me hispid.

- What thing mother?

- They lifted one of them in the air.

- Mother is to play with me, I don't believe in that.

- It is true my son… I don't know as they made that.

- Mother, is that called levitation… but as it is that they got?

- They said some words and she were stopped in the air.

- What words were those mother?

- I don't remember, I am still today afraid when I think about that.

Inside of some days it would be in Santa Apolónia, for one longer trip. The convoy would take me to the city of Porto to remove the specialty.

Good. I think that the tests technical psico that I did gave their results. In the Regiment of Transmissions of Engineering in Porto, concretely in the place of Arca de Água they awaited me nine months of specialty as radio telegrapher. A long clear time, for who saw the youth's time to drain more and more. Therefore to the entrance the asphalt stop appeared. To the left they were the practical classes with the radios. To the right, the sergeant and officer on duty. Arising what seemed a small mountain, we had the Morse classes, and above the dining hall. In the rears there was a flanked alley of gardens. Her aspect was not pleasant due to works of I restore that they made in the facilities.

To Occident of the Paradise (32). Without Quitério and Mota didn't see any interest in staying in Frederico.

The convoy arrived. We embarked and Dário tranquilized me that will seek a compartment with heating. While it awaited, it appeared hurried so that we went ready because only some compartments had heating, and the trip was very long. I followed him, and we occupied our places. The compartment was homelike, very hot. Nor he pleased more to leave, only of thinking in the cold that outside did. But later something happened.

In the compartment he began to do cold. It should be a mishap. Then it began again to heat up. Past little time ended once and for all. Starting from here only cold for company. I remember when we stopped in Pampilhosa, was ice on the whole side. The tracks were surrounded of white. It was the first time that saw like this everything Antarctic. In some places, the ice, reached height close to of more than twenty centimetres the line of the convoy. The trip continued. I eat the cold on board stayed; it concludes that they turned off the heating with bad intentions. Other explanation what was there? And nobody informed us of anything. For something, poor recruitment; that they just served for us to die on behalf of an unjust cause, without any right. I think it was for us to habituate ourselves to live in degrading conditions.

It seemed an eternity the time that passed, when I returned to Frederico's Coffee. Many of the ones that frequented him also the troop took them. Without Quitério and Mota didn't see any interest in staying in Frederico. I started to go there occasionally. It passed most of the time home, in silence, without my friends, to think what would be of my future.

I think my father noticed, he called me and he told me that we will pass a mouthful of time in the beach of Carcavelos, and that after a bath will eat lunch at a couple friend's house that lived close. He was my father's friend in TAP. He exercised official's of traffic functions. Before my silent glance of interrogation, my father tranquilized me saying that they were a lot of friends.

The lunch was abundant and it finished with lobster. Thing that no longer he remembered to have eaten. Who ate lobster a rich one was considered. Then I was intrigued when I was invited to drink whiskey. It was not a lot of appreciator of strong drinks and it was the first time that made it. I spilled a little in my glass and I drank as if it was water. I didn't feel any effect, what took me to end that after all this drink was not as alcoholic as said. And I drank plus, and more. Then I felt bill that he already spoke of more.

After the gratitude’s for the reception, we already said good-bye, while my father and her friend close to the entrance door of the building, they commented on the host's car. I also decided to give my opinion. I said that it was a modern car. The door beside the passenger was open. While they continued in the comments decided to close her. I made him with such a force that the glass broke. After the disordered and unnecessary excuses, finally the promise of the payment of the expenses appeared. But the official of traffic guaranteed me that he didn't worry more about that, because that was treated of a mere accident. Until today I never got to find explanation for such act. Leaning that was the inconsistency of the whiskey.

In the return the house, the effects of the steams of the drink already if they felt, as a passport for the unconsciousness and the indisposition was evidenced. I went to the bath house and I vomited. During some hours, with laments and some astonished screams, I ended for sleeping in the ground and I stayed like this until that the spree appeased. He got to hear my mother ask my father, for among critics, that he should not have made me a thing of these. And that I was not anything well. The other day when I woke up felt as new.

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To Occident of the Paradise (31). There is Already a long time in foot feared that my body would not tolerate much more.

One of the difficult trainings and that me more he feared, it was the cut-bush of ten kilometres. A race that seemed not to have end. In spite of being in good form physics, they noticed me that the smokers, what was my case, they would not tolerate. Of facto, past little time the legs refused to continue. I and more some were already quite late. We left of seeing the ones that went in front. The second lieutenant Abreu ran the race in the front platoon with more some few that stayed isolated. Those, before they be recruits practiced athletics in some sport clubs, and the second lieutenant Abreu admitted that it didn't tolerate them. He retreated, he approached us and he screamed us:

- They don't pass of some great shit! They won't survive in the bushes of the overseas territories when they be mobilized!

It ordered to stop the race and he gave voice of resting. It was quite so that I waited. That great relief.

Then it came the week of field. We camped in a vast field full of eucalyptuses. To the bottom he had a river. As he needed the time to pass, he made long investigation protest marches along the margin. This did me well, because for long moments he forgot where it was. When he returned to the reality, near my companions he thought: He leaves me there go stand these stupidities. That orders will come to proceed, always in the obedience of unexpected orders.

The cold began to press. They ignited bonfires where we became warm. We slept in groups of three in the tents. We joined our blankets for us to be hotter, but that was not enough because every day that passed the cold increased. It cost me to understand the reason of this torment, because in the colonies it was to the opposite. Heat didn't lack them.

The onlooker is that a prejudice appeared. Who if he lied down in the middle of the other ones two homosexual was considered. I thought as soon as these types are really foolish, and to smile I decided to take advantage the idea. I lied down in the middle and I didn't pass more cold, because it received the heat of the two bodies that they heated up me. He didn't want to know them to think what wanted.

I remembered a thing that Quitério had told me when it was in the sergeants militiamen's course in Tavira. I called Dário:

- Do Dário, want to hear this?!

- It counts there.

- It seems anecdote but it is not. I don't remember well if he was officer Robles Monteiro, or Esteves Pinto. Good, it belonged one to them. When he will assist the telephone, that it was in the reverse-pity-ground, it jumped of the second floor.

- Big crazy!

- And they were famous for the damages that did in the overseas territories. In the war it exists of everything. It is for that that he calls himself war.

It is heard a voice:

- We are going to form, we leave, it ended the week of field!

- At last, it seems that this never again ended! - I let off steam.

The day of the flag oath approached. After that, some of us would be chosen to remove a specialty. Concerned, I saw myself with special shooter's specialty. As he would already leave old of the troop, at least that they gave me a specialty that later would take advantage to arrange job in the civilian life.

In the stop it was a cold of splitting. All formed for the flag oath. There is already a long time in foot feared that my body would not tolerate much more. I was without understanding what intended. Would it serialize that they wanted to kill us of this sorts things out? And a fainting happened. Then other, and more other. I thought that if we will die, then it would be preferable we riot us.

That relief, finally the ceremony ended. To follow our destiny it would be the station of the return convoy the house, where we would be some days.

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To Occident of the Paradise (30). But what badly did do me for us to send me, far away from my house for here?

The only friend with whom got to maintain some relationship was Dário, but he didn't get to deepen the conversations due to their limitations. It introduced me a neighbour of her birthplace. I was curious, because it found difficult two neighbours to be incorporate in the same unit. They were of a distressing rivalry. The time started to say one of the other badly. When I felt bill was already confident of both. The time passed in that and I ended for arriving to the point of no longer could support. It avoided them with a lot of cost. But in such a closed atmosphere in that we were forced to the conviviality, it constituted an unbearable exercise. My mind suffered with such disturbance.

To change ideas I sometimes tried to approach of some officer. But I gave up. An officer was prohibited to maintain relationship with a recruit. In the tavern there was not television. Books, magazines, library was unthinkable. The fundamental was to maintain the soldiery in the ignorance, in the brutalization. In some end-of-week when he felt bill was alone. All came out. He tried to pick trace bar asking my companions an available place there was been for Lisbon. But no, everywhere were busy. Others went to the highway, they tried trace bar and they got. He didn't have patience for that. He tried to adapt the this new life that they imposed me. But no matter how much it tried didn't get.

It went to the tavern and he bought a sandwich with some smoked sausage slices. The bread was well made and the very tasty, better smoked sausage than in Lisbon. He accompanied with a orangeade one and while he ate meditated in my mother, in my father, in my siblings. Oh! How many longings of Frederico's Coffee, of Mota, of Quitério. It is then a great sadness invaded me, without anybody to talk. As the torpor filled my heart, it felt great revolt, and he thought: But what badly did do me for us to send me, far away from my house for here? What did have me to see with the adventures of you of the war? When would it finish this nightmare? How long more it would delay this dream? But the one what do I be here to do!? And Belita… so much time without to see. Will it be that she would see her more? Some tears began to flood my face.

- He looks, they ordered to be formed for us to make the tests technical psico. - It informed me Dário.

They were a series of questions written to which I answered in agreement with my knowledge. Personally I thought that they would not give them any value.

- It is tomorrow will have real shot. - It informed Dário once again.

Before my incorporation, a second lieutenant that finished the military service, he gave me two books of the course, With-course of Officials Militiaman in Mafra. One was entitled, Technique of the Shot, and the other instructed on to guerrilla and against-guerrilla. On this, I gave him little attention, because it was already familiarized with the theme due to the readings that he did about the war of Jean Lartéguy's Vietname. I paid attention to the of the shot, especially in the chapter, as to accomplish a good shot. The weapon should be very fixed in the shoulder. The rest of the trigger is removed. The breathing is suspended and the objective is aimed at. If the weapon is in conditions the shot will be well-aimed. It was as soon as proceeded when it arrived my time in the shot career. The objective was reached properly.

- At least you are going to special shooter. - It guaranteed me Dário.

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To Occident of the Paradise (29). He felt vastly moved. Oh! How many longings of Mota and of Quitério

CHAPTER III

THE TROOP

White Castle, Portugal, October 19, 1970

The reception to the arrival was cut my hair. They did me bald with the such machine zero. Then they distributed me clothing and shoe. An interior nightgown and other exterior of thick fabric. Pants that were me wide, a shirt, a jacket, stockings, an I bounce, boots, shoes, more clothes and exit shoes. They housed us in what was, it seemed like this, what had been a grocery store. Practically some on top of the other ones. We seemed a gigantic can of sardines. The noise was deafening. To read a book was impossible in the middle of so much confusion, the concentration was not possible.

A corporal arrived and it prevented us that from now on no longer we would have name. We should fasten our number mechanographical that left in the draw to the end of our military service. It was our depersonalisation. Happily the boss of the platoon, the officer Abreu, and a sergeant militiaman was pleasant. We began to learn united order. Unlike others you officiate our boss taught us with games to the mixture. He was always to laugh. Unlike a second lieutenant that when it was of officer on duty, or to give instruction it was the reincarnation of the terror.

Of face always shady, I never saw to smile him. It didn't serve as anything to ask him was what went, because his answer was always, not! The recruits of her platoon always finished the order united parties and dislocated. I believe that he had immense pleasure in that. As if he had the desire of some interior revenge or of any thing that nobody knew. When it arrived the hour of the meals, many ate so that they seemed never having it done. For them the troop was good because from where came ate rarely. I think if they felt happy with house and free food. And they put on weight quickly. For that reason they called, them square readmitted in the Armed Forces, and they were white of you continue banters. The money that they had was well kept, very saved. They didn't drink a fizzy drink one or beer, they didn't make expenses. That was surprised, because he cost to understand each other how it is that people got like this to live without spending what wants that it went.

My friend’s cultural level was very low, and therefore if it didn't get to maintain a conversation. He felt vastly moved and lonely. Oh! How many longings of Mota and of Quitério. In the first fifteen days nobody could leave the barracks. After that it was a general stampede, to which I joined. The railway station was very close. Very organized and it could be said inviting, very clean and with vases of flowers.

Several times here he sat down in the available banks and he took advantage to read. Close, it was the main avenue flanked by a mountain of considerable height. For a recruit little more there was to go where. I can assure that it was a beautiful and peaceful city. In front of the barracks the division into streets was made of stone put on very well conserved. The main roads were asphalted.

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To Occident of the Paradise (28). In Frederico, Quitério said good-bye. It had been mobilized for to Guinea.

To São it interrupted him and she admitted:

- My love, don't speak now about those things because my heart faint.

- Yes it is true. The women are conservative by nature. I don't understand because it is that the governments don't put them in the power. I think the world would be much better if they governed us. But in spite of everything, our largest mistake was terms been out of Second World War. We should have participated in her, it was a mistake our neutrality. Proudly alone in the hopeless destruction of our day by day and of our future. Breaking the remains of our ancestors' mirror.

It maintained regular correspondence with Belita and we already made love promises. The letters that we sent each other were revealed burning. When the press announced that it rained a lot and that Tramagal was affected, he worried immense and he wrote him immediately. He asked him as it was the situation. She answered me invariably that Tramagal was at the same ranch. That the convoy didn't circulate because trees fell in the road, and that also some collapses of lands worsened more the situation.

My father bought an old Citroen. He, my mother and I went from trip to Tramagal. We will visit the earth where I was born. When we arrived and after the habitual executions, my aunt blinked me an eye accomplice, and she sent for Belita that was somewhere in the roundness. She already knew about our courtship.

When it arrived awaited that it was alone, I threw myself to her and I kissed her a lot. I took advantage and I touched her breasts. She felt embarrassed and it lowered the head. Then it was leaned me during one moment, but always in the fear that they saw us. Then we went around. The curious neighbourhood woke up in the doors and windows to see us. And sarcastic Belita:

- That great gossip will leave today and next days. Disdain for what say!

It was still typical atmosphere of a village, in spite of Tramagal to be a civil parish. When we were alone took advantage always to caress him the body. She sighed and it felt pleasure desires.

My father called me for us to prove a drink made by pouring water on the husks of grapes, that said to be even in the point. He brought preserve cans with freckles fish in spicy sauce. He liked a lot. It was a good dainty and the spicy increased the desire to drink. It was a delicious drink made by pouring water on the husks of grapes. When I drank too much began to speak a lot. He felt a happiness finds strange. And my father:

- It never again rains!

He arrived the hour of the departure. He said goodbye to Belita with having corresponded love promises. My father had already carried the car with potatoes and more some products of Tramagal. The car went very loaded, but my father drove with very care, didn't like speeds.

In Frederico, Quitério said good-bye. It had been mobilized for to Guinea. But it tranquilized us saying that due to limping would be in Bissau as non-commissioned officer amanuensis. To follow Mota it would go to Mozambique. I saw the shifts of military incorporation pass one after other, and they didn't call me. He thought for times that one had forgotten of me. My father worried about my future and it increased:

- My son will leave the old troop. They are to disgrace him the life. What will make a man already old when to leave the troop?!

And in the last shift of the year there they called me. I went to the military inspection. They ordered to undress, they weighed me, they measured me the height, they removed me pictures and they injected me the famous horse injection. Only past more some time would know where he would make the recruit.

He would never again see my dear friends, Mota and Quitério. All our projects were postponed forever. We could have fled to Sweden as many did, but Quitério didn't agree. He told us that it was better go for we know the reality in the land, and we be like this in conditions of speaking with cause knowledge. I don't eat those political ones that spoke a lot there about the overseas territories without never have state.

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To Occident of the Paradise (27). And after a dizzy return that we began to the Medium Age starting from...

When the others intervened interrupted them systematically because their arguments were convincing. He left them, I can say like this, knocked down in the land of the ideas, such era the force of knowledge that possessed. Our admiration for him increased every day. Already nobody dared to do him front. He passed to our uncontested leader. I think he took advantage of this circumstance when he announced without measured stockings, as an order:

- I had an idea… we will make theatre… we will begin with Ionesco. I already got to gather some actors. The rehearsals will begin inside in a little. It is important that you know that who was never at the back stages, he will never know what is theatre, for that they study the works of Ionesco very well!

I took advantage to know which would be my role. He didn't surprise me:

- As you are the fuse will be with the responsibility of the illumination. The rehearsals will begin next week.

Following the instructions went to the Superior Technical Institute to study a play amateur that I save mistake had for title, Harlequin's Wars and Mangerão, of Bertolt Brecht. I tried the impossible. I didn't get to learn almost anything. My knowledge were very limited. But it insisted. I held on to the Kidnapped of Altona, of Sartre, convinced that the more studied and when it arrived the hour of our theatrical representation, certainly we would have considerable success.

But Quitério, as all of the human beings, didn't resist to the charms of the love, of São. She was very charming, of that all knew. She never dated with anybody, and it went a great surprise to all when that happened. It was not very beautiful. She had the belly a little swollen that seemed to be in the pregnancy beginning. The breasts contrasted with the rest of the body. They were small for body so led. But her face was pleasant. As the beauty of a Greek statue the one that somebody had eliminated the rest of the body. However, without making an effort, it got to maintain any dialogue with whom wants that it went. She was surprised such talent because I never saw to read it any book. In the bottom it seemed almost a reborn Aphrodite in the Olivais-Sul.

There was party in her house when Quitério was to ask his hand, for general surprise. Her that had been despised by all, that already, it can be said, it was almost to age and her father frequently admitted that concern, because nobody liked nor he wanted her daughter.

It is suddenly Quitério got that to São was the objective of all of the attentions. Until he started to be our Goddess. When she appeared in our half, he caught him in the two hands and he kissed them tenderly. Since then he left of with us to live together, only occasionally. Her, when he was called to accomplish the military service, she came dressed the medieval princess. She seemed a film of King Arthur and of their Horsemen of Round Table. The long hair kept in the backs, topped by the most attractive garland of flowers. A transparent dress that it arrived to the feet, and he left the discovered his body that she wanted all to see, that it was sensual. The tight neckline showed the virgin breasts, avid for the adventures of the love.

In the bottom it intended to demonstrate us that it was beautiful, and that her beauty would be always for Quitério. Always awaiting him. That he returned alive of the war of the Overseas.

Quitério sentenced:

- And after a dizzy return that we began to the Medium Age starting from...

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To Occident of the Paradise (26). They never forget that the dictatorships are a danger for the civilization and the empires are born and they die.

I ran in search of my friends. The first, clear, was Quitério. Immediately it summoned some telling them that he had a good surprise. In spite of the smallness of her fourth we passed several days to listen the "popular Portuguese songs". The sound could not be very loud because it was a forbidden disk, and the whole care was a little.

Then other surprise came. For the same road it arrived, you Sing Them of the Wanderer, of Zeca Afonso. Quitério, as always explained to us as everything happened.

- This is also prohibited; we have that hearing also with folded again cares. Zeca is the watched man of this shit country. Do they know how it is that he recorded this disk?! Was it at her house... did it put blankets in the walls because of the sound… was it recorded secretly!

Somebody interrupts:

- That brute is a great communist!

- Yes, it is true, he is a great communist. But what does interest us that? He is a great poet and a great musician. He travels the country… until it goes up mountains to collect music of our folklore. Never forget that the dictatorships are a danger for the civilization and the empires are born and they die. - It sentenced us Quitério.

At night after dinner I steered as usual for Frederico. There they were contained. Very lively they commented on a small chronicle of the supplement literary, Juvenile, of the Diary of Lisbon. Quitério was the objective of the attentions. I thought that it was again put to get in troubles, because he adored polemic. He already got ready for supporting of any way and whenever it was necessary, if I didn't need arguments, natural thing. But no… it received praises because he was the author of a chronicle that narrated the discount of a tree. Here, I was him with great admiration. After all not only he said what well he knew, as well as he wrote. He, vain it explained that to publish works in that supplement demanded a lot. I took advantage and I greeted way Quitério no habitual. I made him a to give a bow with the very sloping head, and the grouping in unison:

- Zé Crazy arrived!

- My gentlemen put an end to that! I think it is already time of we turn back with such treatment to a youth of the spontaneous generation. - It emphasized Quitério.

It was heard in the audience:

- Applauded by silent majority.

And Quitério:

- Of the discussion he is born the light or she is founded the lamp. I propose that from now on we call it of fuse.

And they baptized me of fuse. I asked Quitério the reason of this new affront. In the joy, it explained to me that I always walked in risk of burning the fuses. Then the name. I felt a great rage and he pleased me to beat him. But he in the laughter took me to the right. That fuse was always better than Zé Crazy. Then, thinking well, I didn't worry more about that. I believe that it was a good praise, because Quitério elucidated me that a great philosopher's of the antiquity test, a name Greek Plato.

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To Occident of the Paradise (25). They will stop vain Pide, they will stop vain Pide, they go, they go, they go.

In one afternoon in Frederico it was in an of my readings, Mota and Quitério appear. They ordered to come two coffees, later they asked me if he wanted to go with them to the Academical City to attend her a concert of ballads. Of course accepted the invitation and there we went.

The place where the minstrels would exhibit was wide. He was full. We got places in foot. The theme of the ballads was the protest song. The first ones play were her the Duo Ouro Negro. I believe that they sang only two music of the Angolan folklore. One of them spoke about a serpent. Somebody didn't like and it began to depreciate:

- Did these brutes come here to do the something? To speak of a serpent, what does that have to do with our fight?!

Few liked her acting. When Adriano Correia of Oliveira appeared was the delirium.

I ask the wind that passes

you announce of my country

And the wind silences the misfortune

and the wind anything I say

Such an elucidating poetry. Well played and song that enchanted our hearts, and our thirsty soul of justice and freedom. And in another composition.

- And the weapons don't cultivate earth…

All clapped a lot of hands. We thanked and we motivated her fight for a Portugal free from the oppression.

To follow Zeca Afonso. The noise with that it was received seemed that the building will tumble. There is already a lot that he knew him for the ballad of the Boy of Gold of their times of Coimbra. But Zeca no longer it was the same, it developed a lot. Their compositions now were a challenge direct to the regime. Extremely watched by PIDE, it feared that the shock police appeared and it attacked us to the cudgelling as it was habit. When that happened behaved as true furious dogs. But strangely they didn't appear. And Zeca in their folkloric discoveries.

We will sing the New-Year's carols

we will sing the New-Year's carols

For those back yards inside we go

to the single girls.

Zeca, clear, was very intelligent, or else we see the choir:

Pam pará pi pam pam. Pam pará pi pam pam. That translated means:

They will stop vain Pide, they will stop vain Pide, they go, they go, they go.

Zeca ridiculed the regime without them if they gave bill. Their acts had to be made in secret, because or else the whole shock police appeared in force and the show would not be accomplished. As well as vein, it was also discreetly.

This gave me an idea. Because not to create a personal anthology of the protest song? I bought some school notebooks and I wrote in them everything that linked with such a theme. The certain height felt bill that the notebooks that I bought no longer they arrived. Zeca Afonso, Adriano Correia of Oliveira, Luís Cilia, Manuel Alegre, Fiama Hasse Pais of Brandão, Manuel Freire, Priest Fanhais etc.

The surprise came from my father. A known passenger that travel to Paris, before my progenitor's insistence, brought him an order. Fates, of Adriano Correia of Oliveira. Initially my father thought that they were of facto the popular Portuguese songs of the national lament, but when it verified that the popular Portuguese songs were of other winds, he gave me LP.

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To Occident of the Paradise (24). 101 Questions to a Guerrilla fighter, by Alberto Bayo.

- Eusébio is a great player and Amália Rodrigues a great fado singer. Thanks to them our country is known all over the world. - Mota mocked.

- Not to also forget the bullfights. I have a brother that is pitchfork. To purpose, tomorrow it is day of bullfight in the Campo Pequeno, who wants to go, say for me to buy the tickets. - Quitério fought.

Suddenly Quitério looked at two magazines that were very visible in the table. They were, A Seara Nova and O Comércio do Funchal. He liked a lot of reading because they revealed the stranger Portugal. Habitually who bought was them Zé Luís, that later circulated of hand in hand. The New Wheat field had some goods that were difficult to understand for me, therefore that still didn't have enough cultural luggage. But only her presence in the table denounced who were, because PIDE understood that who read was them communist. Mota got up and he went to look for the Diário de Notícias, he placed him the on top of the magazines and them they disappeared of the landscape. However Pide rose, he said in the good-night, and he left. Quitério resumed the debate:

- Are they to see this shit? A brute cannot be in side any to talk in peace. I am to study Marx's Capital secretly. If they pick me oh of me! Did they already see this?!

He showed a text whose title was, 101 Questions to a Guerrilla fighter, by Alberto Bayo. He explained that if he took care of a guerrilla fighter of PAIGC that was been hit and interrogated by PIDE, where the fundamental element of her acting consisted of the use of a rope. What allowed to the guerrilla fighters her survival. He demonstrated above all that his use was a very important piece in the guerrillas' fight, and that Portugal would be defeated in the war obstacle to Guinea. Zé Luís increased:

- Nor everything is lost. It remains us CDE, the Electoral Democratic Commission of Francisco Pereira Moura, against UN, the National Union of the Fascists...

Quitério interrupts:

- CDE will never win anything. Until they are already to invade their facilities and to confiscate the pamphlets. They arrest her and they interrogate her some candidates. Good, the one that remains is we give the jump to Sweden, for we flee to the colonial war, and there in the exile we continue our fight against the regime. But anyway with the acting of CDE, they are to know that after all opposition exists, and of who is treated. Only that later won't have great manoeuvre space and later they will be well watched and convicts she live in poverty and in the persecution. Any excuse will be for eliminating.

The following day Quitério dragged me, explaining to me that it was necessary that it accompanied him so that he found out than if it passed at the country and like this to learn the students' fight.

There was a protest meeting against the colonial war in the Technical Superior Institute. Who enters was watched to detect possible infiltrated of PIDE. In the interior the speakers exposed their opinions. They were unanimous in condemning the colonial war and that the power should be given the those people. He was not long a lot because four hulks of PIDE, always worn the civilian, they appeared and they contained the meeting. After them to leave the students parked in the entrance gate. As revenge, the following days boycotted the classes.

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To Occident of the Paradise (23). Would it be of this what would go all arrested, and communist damned accused that to they eat people?

In one morning with Quitério in the drop of Lisbon, in the Street of the Gold, we heard a sound that made to remind the cattle in lunatic suddenly would run as in a cowboy’s film. They were many students that escaped from the police due to a manifestation. We had time for we take refuge us in a door, while we attended the disordered escape of what seemed a human herd. If we didn't protect ourselves certainly we would be squeezed. When the human storm finished, we breathed of relief. Of turn the house went commenting on it happened. While we said good-bye, Quitério told me that after dinner would meet in Frederico.

When I arrived the atmosphere was encouraged. He seemed an assembly. He was Zé Luís, Mota, Quitério, equips it all. Quitério was agitated:

- This country is a shit. We don't have freedom. We are not entitled to manifest our opinion. If we emitted a critic are accused soon of communist. If we spoke against the war of the colonies are arrested by PIDE. (Political police) All of the communication means are censured. Because of everything this is the latest country of Europe.

Zé Luís intervenes.

- Of facto this is very serious. All our youth is to go for the war. The fields are to be abandoned. A lot of people are to give the jump for France and other countries. The ignorance increases and the poverty also. Because of the politics of Salazar and of the proudly alone, we are in the three F. Soccer, Fátima and Fate.

Mota takes a short cut on the ecclesiastical side:

- Fátima? The appearances? They guaranteed me that it was taken care of a lady that was a high gentleman's lover, and that they combined their encounters in the place where the shepherd appeared. As this people are ignorant and superstitious, they believe in everything that they tell them. England was freed of their colonies. He gave them the independence. With the politics that Salazar proceeds it is to take the country for the chaos.

Somebody sees the future economic shady:

- If we are without the colonials that it will belong to us? Everything almost comes of there. We will be in the poverty. And the petroleum also comes of there!

Zé Luís is irritated:

- It is to the opposite! Who is to pay the war are us. The damages are very high. They just benefit half dozen of people. This war is already a trade. Not to forget that the king of the steel in the USA, already made a colossal fortune with the war of Vietnam. Switzerland is a small country and he lives essentially of the clocks and of the tourism. Therefore we didn't need the colonies. We should give the independence, to give the power...

Somebody made sign to end with the conversation, and they began to speak of soccer.

- I like Benfica a lot!

- Who is that he has the results of the football?!

This sudden conversation change was due to a suspect's entrance. Zé Luís said that it was a puff of PIDE. Of facto her aspect and her posture took the that conclusion. He had about forty five years. Hat half buried in the head. Chubby and with an almost vulgar fact. The coat had wide lapels. They already had me statement that it was to hide the badge. Face and hard glance, that they seemed show some hate. In the counter he told some words, he turned and he looked at the whole side. He came to occupy the table precisely to our side. He drank a coffee. He began to read the newspaper that brought, The Capital. I was very concerned. In fact we were afraid always. Would it be of this what would go all arrested, and communist damned accused that to they eat people?

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To Occident of the Paradise (22). The worst appeared when I asked them what was entropy.

Embarrassed I apologized him and I thanked the pieces of advice. However he asked Quitério if he already had, Human Phenomenon of Pierre Teilhard of Chardin, because it was very interested in knowing her personality. I was very attentive to the conversation and he said that he would also like of reading. General laughter. And Zé Luís: To "read that book?!! If we didn't understand him the more you." Then I insisted with Quitério the alone ones that he would also like of reading. But only after them. It was like this.

To understand the book I had to write other. Besides the dictionary he also wrote down what they went explaining to me. The worst appeared when I asked them what was entropy. Zé Júlio, that hardly spoke, told me to go to the Technical Superior Institute, that there he has a book, purchases and later you are to notice. It is that none of them knew how to explain to me what was.

Suddenly they nicknamed me of Zé Crazy, all. I felt very depressed. It is not easy to leave the atmosphere of the ignorance, especially where it governs the superstition of the Church. They make to believe us that devils exist on the whole side, when actually the true devil is the Church.

Luís appeared and he called me the alone ones. I distrusted that it was to nail me some departure. He told me that it was with her father's car and that will eat a small one there for the sides of the Tip. Suspicious, there I went. We arrived. While I was to the wait in the car saw that it was true. Luís came accompanied of a girl that should have among sixteen to eighteen years. Hair badly hairdo, the skirt crumpled, full breasts, that the lack of two buttons of the blouse let to appear them to the window of the pleasures. They entered in the car.

The body was pleasant, and if well care and with appropriate costume she would show the fullness of his beauty, but even so she gave for to notice hidden in the rags that it dressed. I think she was a prostitute that lived at the huts. But no, it was not. Of facto she was a poor woman that lived in the cottages, but she was not a prostitute. She liked Luís a lot. He drove a little and it stopped the car. We left and we went to a land of closed vegetation. Luís was with her while I awaited. Passed some moments heard low wailings, later higher.

- Oh Dear! Oh loved!

Minutes later I heard him say:

- He hopes there will speak to my friend.

It blinked my eye and he made me sign. I moved forward but she refused my presence. I tried to caress her breasts; she held my hands with force:

- No, I don't want!

- Wanted let’s to suck me the mammas.

- No, I don't want. I am not any prostitute... she calls Luís!

Luís heard the conversation and he approached:

- Daughter, taste a lot of you, he understands… he makes the way to my friend. We came from a distance as you know, and there in the Olivais-Sul there is a very big crisis of women. There are not them, do you understand?!

- It is well accept… but I make this for you!

The handkerchief with that she was has just cleaned the womb still wet, humid of Luís' joy she left him of side. She was without bra. I caught in the two breasts at the same time, and one after other sucked them with force. She said that they were already stiff. I caressed her the vagina and the clitoris. To moan she said me to move more slowly because it was her to hurt. I penetrated her sweetly and later in an endless impulse I ended in a final cast of oppressed milk, I free with a sigh of great satisfaction.

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To Occident of the Paradise (21). Later I discovered that he imitated Fernando Pessoa… even in the costume.

António Eduardo Coelho da Mota was very talkative. He always came impeccable in fact and tie. High and very thin, of wide eyes, always shaving and well hairdo. Always to ask to Quitério any doubt that had. It was very aggressive and of unstable character. He changed of personality constantly. That was due to being only son as he admitted. My parents demand a lot from me, he complained. A thing had in common. The military census and the mobilization for one of the colonies. It was necessary to burn the time that lacked.

In that nightmare of the lost time of the afternoons, he found Mota in Frederico to write in a notebook. He wrote a lot. With a hat and glasses always very thoughtful. Later I discovered that he imitated Fernando Pessoa… even in the costume. Other academicals youths appeared occasionally. Of the conversations that maintained, great part of them didn't understand. But with the time I went learning a lot of thing with them. Quitério told me that should read many books. As he went to the Municipal Library of Alvalade regularly, he told me for accompanying because that there could bring three books gratuitously and to the end of fifteen days to return them.

And it was as soon as restarted myself in the Great Masters of the Universal Literature. Jorge Amado works read them almost all. But the author that more I liked and I have faith that I read everything that published was, William Somerset Maugham. Of simple and humble style, very travelled, with deep knowledge, skilled narrator, honest, said that he wrote to win money, that knew the English language badly and that her success was due to the translators. It impressed me the endings of their works. Especially, The Razor’s Edge, that he inhabited permanently in my mind. The itinerant Municipal Library that worked in a car also allowed me a lot of reading, because he appeared close of the street where inhabited.

Quitério and Mota with other intellectuals had the idea of founding a domestic library that would work at the house of one of them. With initial jewel and monthly shares acquired the books. In the reality who had the idea he was Zé Luís. It was him the boss, stood out in everything, in the intellect and culture. A youth of fine treatment, of refined education. Always very nice for who wants that it went. He had the habit of greeting always with a light one to tilt of head. When it appeared, instinctively all rose for greeting. It was direct and frontal. I tried a dialogue with him, in the reality he wanted to impress him. He read scientific goods in the newspapers, it cut them and he kept them, especially the one of Eurico Fonseca in the Popular Diary. I moved forward with Von Braun:

- Do you know that I read an article on Von Braun?

You were the treatment that he drove all. I think it intended to maintain a certain distance.

- Ah Yes?! Who was he then?!

- Without him rockets would not exist, it would not be possible to go to the Moon.

- I asked her who was him!

- A German.

- That is journalistic culture!

And how he always walked with books under the arm, I noticed his glance of Roman censor.

- Many books little wisdom. Stop reading the scientific goods in the newspapers.

- I don't have money to buy scientific books.

- For that reason it should be quiet. Hear our conversations to learn some thing.

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To Occident of the Paradise (20). Later famous Zip-Zip that originated the one to seem an abandoned city

I sand and coexistence norms were not adjusted with the other residents. And the shoe store began to suffer assaults. Broken into door, empty boxes of shoes. The weeks passed and the situation stayed. Nobody knew who was, but we suspected that they were the one of the village of the monkeys. Until that later our suspicions if they confirmed. A group of youths without life means appears in Frederico's Coffee. With good shoes and they smoke it good marks of cigarettes, they play it billiards during hours, they eat her cold meat sandwiches, of ham and with expensive clothing.

The mystery of the assaults was unmasked… they were them. I believe that the Judiciary Police came them in the pursuit, because little later he appears in scene. All were arrested. Little time later is loosened due to the parents to pay the corresponding expenses and the reason of they be smaller. Of course the assaults increased. No longer it was only the shoe store, they were also the most luxurious housings than they surrounded the neighbourhood that they panicked. It was a great wave of assaults. It is there they returned them in Frederico almost as upstarts. And she Polices Judiciary also. As solution to end with so many assaults sent the youths for the reformatory. The assaults ended and the Olivais-Sul returned to the normality.

The customers increase and Frederico serves new tidbits. Small and big snails and shrimps. It puts a musical machine with the best successes of the market. To hear the music they are necessary coins. The machine doesn't stop playing. A radio technician friend invites me to go her house to see the last innovation in sound Hi-Fi. It puts a disk with the fifth course of Beethoven's ninth symphony. The resonant effect is of frightening. Since then my soul she stopped being the same. Beethoven's choirs pursue me constantly as if the sky was infested of angels. Later I hear conductor António Vitorino de Almeida to affirm in TV that Beethoven is for besides the own music. The sound invades our homes. With Beatles it is blunting of a new civilization.

Some of my friends try to follow the wave of the proliferation of the musical groups that they appear on the whole side. They create amateur groups awaiting an opportunity. One of them to he has manager. But it seems that just one of the components makes an effort. He is the Sailor that he plays battery almost the whole day to imitate Beatles. At night they meet in Frederico for us to make the situation point. He found funny their pretensions because the remaining members of the group passed the time in Frederico to speak to her of musical strategies. Of course this group and others were not long a lot. It is necessary to remind that John Lennon was a deep expert of the English folklore.

The machines in the coffees and the musical portable equipments begin to originate the resonant pollution.

In TV of Frederico's Coffee things happen out of the vulgar. They appear the cartoons. The rabbit, the duck and other characters of Warner Brothers. For these few minutes of everyday the coffee filled. It was laughter. A great happiness as I never imagined. When the American series of cowboys appeared Bonanza, the coffee was so full that there was not more place for anybody. Then famous Zip-Zip that originated the one to seem a city abandoned the when of his emission because the streets were deserted. They are on these moments that know two characters that will influence my life.

José Lourenço da Graça Qitério had finishing recently the industrial course. For the conversations that blanket saw herself that it was very erudite. When it took the word all listened to it. Very simple and humble fast it woke up my attention. Thin and low with a moustache lightly full, small face and deep eyes, it limped lightly due to an accident with a tractor in Ataíja, Alcobaça, from where was natural.

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