Concentration camps of Angola

Concentration camp. "Enclosed place where people are taken against her will, for governments order, military commands etc., in war period or no, under the excuse of they be noxious individuals to the society, enemies in potential, or any other reason that is to justify the suppression of her freedom." in Dictionary electronic Houaiss of the Portuguese language 3.0.

It is a subject of History to remind that, when the Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces (United States, United Kingdom, France, etc.), General Dwight D. Eisenhower found the victims of the concentration camps, it ordered that it was made the largest possible number of pictures, and he did with that the Germans of the neighbouring cities were guided even to those fields and even they buried the dead.

And the reason, he explained like this: "That the maximum of documentation is had - they make films - they record testimonies - because, in some moment along the history, some idiot will rise and he will say that this never happened.”Everything that is necessary for the victory of the evil, is that the men of well anything do". (Edmund Burke)

In Angola, and especially in Luanda, he already got lost the bill of the deportees. Who is in the supreme command of the operations of these concentration camps, they are corsairs and filibusters Portuguese, Brazilian and Chinese.

And the Puto (Portugal) continues with the exports in wide climbs for the still colony of Angola.

Images: http://angolaecoisalinda.blogspot.com/2008/10/residencial-swing-isabel-picture-luanda.html

Despair: Victim of forced homelessness in Cambamba I area, municipal district of Kilamba Kiaxi. http://www.angolaresistente.net /

To Occident of the Paradise (58). And the night was very dark. As an abandoned piano.

He resembled that momentarily the storms ceased. I, felt like this her, it was a desire. Will it be that the isolation nights had darkened forever? Did the love return? Would she be the wind of the pine trees of my childhood? The wind of the deep night, that instinctively did to approximate our bodies, in a delicious surrounded happiness of pine trees. Then, the pine trees, disappeared in the sky. And the night was very dark. As an abandoned piano.

The cousin that inhabited at the house called herself Marta. She had the short hair to the beginning of the neck. Very clear, small and deep eyes. Lips small, sensual. Chin lightly raised. Small breasts that if it was not the bra would pass unnoticed. Thin and of medium stature, with the legs lightly arched. Her look was hard, sad, but she made an effort in presenting a smile.

In an end in the afternoon was at the terrace to hear music, enjoy shrimp and beer. The heat inconvenienced, but the freshness of the shadow was very homelike. Marta approached and she sat down:

- Good afternoon, phew that heat.

- A lot of good afternoon, here is a lot of cool air.

- Good life that you take… who had felt… as space those vacations?

- I already passed a bad mouthful… I think I deserve a good rest.

- I will steal him some shrimps and to do him some company. Speak to me a little of her last life… in the forests.

- Excuse, but I prefer not to speak of that.

- Reason? Does a lot of affected feel?

I preferred to answer with a question.

- The one what do you do?

- I am administrative employee in Management of the Services of Agriculture and Forests… we treated of the animals.

She said it with a square smile. Being excused went to look for a soft drink.

Aurélio was the couple's son. It accomplished the military service as noncommissioned officer in the garrison of Luanda. He didn't participate in any military operation. He was a soccer player, it played to left end in the it equips of the Wing. Yours equips was champion national of football. When young, it missed the studies to play football. Her father watched him and when he saw that he was not at the school, it went to the football field, it dragged him home and it beat him with a whip. Later, Aurélio admitted that his father did very well, and that if it didn't go that today would not be anybody. The father offered him a Ford Capri. Aurélio became a famous womanizer, to her mother's point, when football club Académica of Portugal intended him for player, it obstructed her the departure alleging that he would get lost with the women.

Aurélio and Marta arrived hugged. He whispered him something in the ear that made to give her some giggles. Aurélio put an end to the rest of the shrimps and it threw me a joke.

- This doesn't do badly to anybody!

He referred that I didn't walk behind women. Marta stood back; she said that will help at the kitchen.

The following days I started to have the Grandfather's daily company. We made a tuna snack with onion, until becoming in a habit. The whole family admitted me that he liked me a lot. He spoke, he spoke and one laugh a lot. So that it started to whistle some melodies, what was not habitual. When Marta arrived of the work found us always in the meal. I noticed that the glance and the smile had something of mysterious, inviting, and sensual. She interrogated me:

- Always here alone… doesn't he leave reason?!

- I like to be alone… I think they are the consequences of the war.

- And if he doesn't upset?

Image: “the spring arrived”

To Occident of the Paradise (57). In the reality I was still traumatized myself by the symptoms of the war. He wanted to be alone, and he avoided to s

In one morning four helicopters appeared Alouette III and another armed with cannon with effective’s parachutists and commands. It was treated of a great operation of combined forces, similar of annihilating the guerrilla's strongholds that obstinately insisted on occupying positions before lost.

The subsequent reports spoke that the famous commander Enfeso, of FNLA, being pursued did a manoeuvre of amusement. He and their men proceeded for a road, the loaders for other, leaving people back to occupy her Portuguese forces. When they gave for the fraud already Enfeso went far.

Our service commission reached the end. The months passed, and the company that would substitute delayed us to arrive. This was due to the youths' deficit for us to enter in the army. The noises were constant, that next month, in the such day we would be subdued. Apprehensive through the time to lose. He would go out the troop with twenty-five years, already old. For the visas he would have to resume my life of the zero, resigned with the sadness of the wait, without knowing when it would finish this torment. That next month there was the certainty confirmed that we would leave. This time was true. Finally the surrender came.

We were already in Grafanil to await embarkment. We would go in the airplane of the Military Aerial TAM-transports. However, my father indicated me a family becomes friends in Luanda to pass there some days. It was in the quarter Salazar, also known by the border of Golf. It was a spacious housing with a terrace to match. Property of a couple with a son and a brother of the husband, a cousin and a senior - the Grandfather - the wife's father. They were very good people, because in the initial and subsequent relationship I never saw them any symptom of cruelty. He lived as fish in the water. They besieged me constantly, if it lacked me this or that, if he wanted more of this or of that. After the time and vicissitudes because I passed, he felt in the paradise.

In the reality it was still traumatized myself by the symptoms of the war. He wanted to be alone, and he avoided to speak with whom wants that it went. In spite of everything he made a great effort to maintain a conversation, and smile with difficulty awaiting that the conversation finished quickly. To break the monotony - among critics that he didn't leave house - the owner's of the house brother invited me to attend her a living room soccer game, in a field that located to three distance streets.

He pretended to be interested party for the dispute of the ball. The certain height a detail called me the attention. A black youth leaves the benches and he runs over everything and all. I imagined him as an enemy, apprehensive I dramatized:

- He looks, that there, they will give him in the face.

- Reason?

- In the way that he treats the people, I think won't leave of here alive.

- Are you a racist?

- No, but I think it is bad such education, that one should get the attention to the youth.

- Here nobody league to that, we are habituated, in Portugal it is everything different. We have a more open coexistence. Even in the sexual aspect, almost that we don't have taboos.

I was to meditate and I ended:

- This society should be very violent.

To Occident of the Paradise (56). A leader is not imposed, he is born naturally.

The battalion already had knowledge due to he listens to her of their operators, once we were in net. There, the service operator informed constantly everything that happened. He called the operator of our platoons the all the moment, and he didn't obtain answer. This made me to think that it would already have gone of this for better. But no, I got to hear: "Children of the vain prostitute of Portuguese home!” They were the guerrilla fighters' voices that were so close, that my friend tied the microphone so that he was possible to hear what was listened, and for precaution she avoided to speak so that they didn't denounce the position in that they were. They "want their water shit whites, because they come to look for her! We are to your wait! We will kill them all! They are going to your earth! "

No matter how much he tried to call, my friend didn't answer. Also, if he spoke a lot took a risk to be without battery. He didn't remember if it had taken one of reservation. But it ended for informing:

- High four are close to a river, we needed water but we didn't get to approach. Who tries it is received with strong shooting.

- The captain asked if there are drops.

- For the time being not yet.

Once in a while he tied the microphone. He heard the shooting clearly. My friends were in a very difficult situation. At the end of the day they got to communicate:

- In the morning they order the aviation to do a bombardment. We will only like this get to leave of here.

They were about 11 p.m. I got up and I approached the exit door. I looked in front and suddenly I saw many doors. He looked and he tried to ponder but it didn't get. Each door that road became four. It seemed that it was in the sea. I felt that it was not anything well. The effort had been very intense. To sway I sought the noncommissioned officer nurse Diniz and I told him that happened. He wrote a message for the doctor of the battalion - the code was barcarole - telling him my symptoms. The answer was that the patient was with the very high tension. That should administer him four epifortil drops in a glass with water and to watch the patient. After the treatment I felt better.

I slept well near the radio, but always attentive to my friends that could call me at any moment. He imagined that several of them they would have been depressed or made prisoners.

Almost to middle of the morning I woke up with the racket of several voices. He didn't want to believe in what was been to pass. THEY WERE THEM. Some were with the clothes almost in rags and with the faces full of coal. The stock boots broken out. All carried remains of burned grass. They didn't seem to walk, they gave steps dragged as if they has just left a great nightmare, as that reborn of the hell. They seemed corpses. Second lieutenant Lopes was received as a great hero. I asked him:

- My second lieutenant, as it is that it got this miracle?

- First, we threw the idea that at any moment would be bombed - they heard our communications - then, during the night I ordered that we crawled for the middle of the hills and here we are.

So much simplicity and this man's humility arrivals moved us so much, that our admiration for him no longer he had limits. He was our true boss. A leader is not imposed, he is born naturally.

Image: courtesy of the noncommissioned officer Luís Filipe

To Occident of the Paradise (55). Captain, our situation is not of the best. We are enclosed everywhere.

One of the things that began to become used to in the human being, is that him rarely bill with the unexpected. Everything is properly programmed, prepared, rehearsed, so that there are not flaws. But the routine, the fatigue and the fatigue of the materials are revealed the worst enemies. When somebody in these circumstances proposes alterations, they usually consider him a person no thankful. Because it is habit the human being not to like from alterations to the system of automated work. He prefers that the disaster happens for later to propose changes.

The Lavoura and Cansadinho were in Luanda in the exam proofs with my total support, in spite of they be out two platoons with their two operators, another was on vacation also in Luanda, the remaining ones were sick with strong malaria, of manners that it only remained me. In agreement with the circumstances he had to tolerate alone the work in our position of radio.

The two platoons progressed to foot of the quartering for one more routine mission. It consisted to analyze in depth the safety of our domains. To beat the whole area, because that there were strong indications of the guerrilla fighters' presence. During the whole day and night nothing of not vulgar happened. But the unexpected came in the morning at the 5 a.m. I fell asleep leaned to the radio. The conditions of he listens were very good:

- High 4, high two alpha calls! High four high two alpha calls!

I woke up for instinct, he resembled that the voice came from a dream:

- High four, high two alpha calls!

No, it was not any dream. The this hour of the morning they could only be problems:

- High two alpha informs!

Against all of the procedures of the communications the message was very clear:

- Shit! He informs the captain that we are enclosed!!!

- It is calm, he gives me more information!

- Which calms which shit are shit! He informs the captain that we are enclosed! We don't know if we will leave of here alive!

- Ok! He maintains alpha sierra! (Stand by)

- We will speak directly, that if shit the phonetic code!

- Ok! Wait!

Our captain slept. I gave violent punches in the door that they woke up him as in a nightmare. He opened and he asked me that happened:

- My captain our platoons are enclosed!

- The something?! Does he tell them for they wait that I already go for there!

The captain arrived and he sent for me the operator.

- High 2 alpha, high four fire!

- It informs!

- Our captain is here. He said for you call second lieutenant Lopes.

- Captain, our situation is not of the best. We are enclosed everywhere. Inform the battalion to do a RVIS (aerial recognition) and later a TEVES (aerial bombardment.)

- Ok! I will already treat of that!

Image: courtesy of the noncommissioned officer Luís Filipe

Ready Obama to work with the Angolan President

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To Occident of the Paradise (54). In the reality the war belonged to them, and no ours.

In our service frequency, to the 7 p.m., it was listened the radiophonic emission of MPLA, Angola Struggle. I admit that if it was possible would flee and he would have with them, but how to leave of here was very difficult; it limited me to hear the emission.

He had a problem that didn't know as solving. My weapon was with a crooked place close to the aim. I dropped her and for bad luck it beat in a stone and it was like this. The worst is that the major of the inspection of the armament was almost to arrive. I diffused in a stone and with some blows well driven got to straighten her. When the major made the inspection prayed inwardly. He didn't make me any observation. I got to escape.

Of the many devoured books, I point out of the Collection Enigmas of All of the Times, of Bertrand, the Ignored Histories of the Men From A Hundred Years Ago, where it explained that four individuals putting the hands in pyramid, over the head of another seated, first the left hand, later the right hand without if they play. To await some time, and later to remove them one to one. With the index finger put under the shoulders and knees, the person got up as if he flew. He was without weight. He also worked with objects. There was not explanation for the enigma.

I called my friends and we made the experience, before the general scepticism, that that was thing of crazy. When we got up with four fingers the individual, this almost that he rose to the roof, seeming to fly. My collaborators were so panicky that they never again decided to repeat the experience. But I didn't give up. Our service battery weighed a lot. When we will look for her - the one of reservation - the place was a little distant. I made the same experience and the battery was so light that he didn't feel the weight. The same did with a table of big and heavy wood with the same results. Would it be as soon as put the stones of the pyramids of Egypt? Because explanation doesn't exist for this?

I remembered Quitério, because second lieutenant Lopes started to receive the Seara Nova and O Comércio do Funchal. Like him millstones lent, he read them with avidity. The goods were very interesting and edifying. He told me if he wanted to accompany him in the next operation. It is there went.

We rested in a small glade of the bush. Lopes told in confidence that the major of the operations, from now on, he was not for games. Because the personnel faked that it had reached the objective, what was true. They were in the middle of the road at the time to pass. In the reality the war belonged to them, and no ours. The one that we wanted was to burn the time and to avoid problems with the guerrilla fighters. Only that the major came with the plane DO the one to fly over to confirm the truthfulness of the reality. Lopes told us to smile:

- We are shit. We have to walk still a lot and very even we reach the objective. They are to watch us.

Image: http://www.sitiodolivro.pt/pt/livro/historia-desconhecida-dos-homens/9789722510790/

To Occident of the Paradise (53). and increasing or reducing the pressure of the finger, it got to pick the message

That not even they liked such a plant. With the discovery of this vein, rarely one day passed that didn't eat lettuce. And when there was not, it was tormented. Later he knew that this vegetable among other things gives sleep, it is soothing of the nervous system, invigorating of the genital organs, purifying, helps in the heart palpitations. Other plants that I began to eat with taste, the watercress and the purslane, finally, true natural medicines.

An epidemic of fall of the hair appeared. Many complained, it was well-known the baldness, they walked for bald. Other, like me, they didn't have problems with the scalp, they felt toothaches. The denture disappeared. Nobody got to explain, until that our noncommissioned officer Diniz, the nurse, pointed us the cause. The water that we consumed was very poor in two fundamental minerals, and besides the vitamins that we ingested, we added fluoride tablets and calcium. But the symptoms stayed to the end. Would a case of stress be?

Tired of the routine of picking messages in figure, I had the idea of putting my close tape recorder while it received them. Like this, when the operator informed that he had a message in figure, he enjoyed it, he told him to transmit in high-speed. In the end he wondered if I got to pick everything. With the largest of the calms he answered that yes. Of course he was suspicious. It tied the tape recorder and calmly it reproduced the message. Soon afterwards they considered me the most incredible operator of all of the times. Until that somebody unmasked the secret.

During the storms, the interferences were so much that it was difficult to receive or to transmit messages. For receiving I used a stratagem: with a campaign radio without antenna, and with earphones, I put my finger in the base of the antenna, and increasing or reducing the pressure of the finger, it got to pick the message, what was revealed important for us. Because of the storms, the use of the earphones did with that it passed electricity in our body. When a friend played in our ears picked shock. Of course all were afraid with these conditions. This was due what the equipment was not linked to the earth. I made arrangements in that sense, creating a protection system properly installed, digging a hole in the ground with a foil of zinc, in agreement with the electric norms. The situation was cured.

- Children of the prostitute! Children of the prostitute!

It was the noncommissioned officer Moreira, frightened asked him:

- Will it be that it is very gotten angry with me? Some serious thing happened, I never saw him like this. What is my noncommissioned officer that he happens?

- Children of the prostitute! Children of the prostitute! They are a bunch of great children of the prostitute!

- But my noncommissioned officer...

- Oh Shovel, don't annoy me please.

- Is my noncommissioned officer annoyed with me?

- No, it is not anything get.

- Then...

- I am fed up with them shits, only know is shit a brute's life.

- Was my noncommissioned officer punished?

- No, it would be better than that happened. The son of the first-sergeant's prostitute, during the lunch, told me that I am the only person that doesn't make anything, that step the life to sleep and that being full of work asked so that I will help it. He told him that Neps, Permanent Norms of Execution, are very clear in relation to that aspect, and that each one has their functions. As there is a long time he doesn't like me - as it is commented on in our harvest - he went to complain to the captain, that Moreira is the suitable person...

- Suitable for my something noncommissioned officer?!

- From now on I will manage the tavern in the daytime and at night as punishment. I came here to inform him that you now raisin the boss of the communications. I want that they are going all to the shit, and that nobody annoys me. The one that is worth is that the time of the commission is to finish, or else this would not be like this. I suggest that you stay calm and tolerate, and any doubt that has will have with me.

- Yes my noncommissioned officer… he knows that I am much rioted with that.

- Thank you. We will tolerate this shit to the end. Already lack little time… Fascist of shit!

Image: courtesy of the noncommissioned officer Luís Filipe

Authorities Interdict Leader of OMUNGA in the Airport Of Luanda

Tuesday, 20 April 2010 15:50

Luanda - it Went "annulled" for about of the 13:00 (of April 20, 2010), for the Services of Migration of Angola, the coordinator's of OMUNGA passport, Mr. José Patrocínio, when he has just returned of Kenya, where it went to participate in an it Confers on Human Rights, promoted by the Conference "Spaces Africa of the Human Rights."

CLUB-K.NET

Regime of MPLA apprehends passport of the activist

The organization OMUNGA is had concerned with the defence of the interests of the populations, namely, of those dislodged and it is member African Committee of the Human Rights of the African Union.

Commission Installation of the Democratic Block

Coordinator

Telephone Mr. Patrocínio: 917212135

Omunga: 272221535 (Benguela, Angola)

To Occident of the Paradise (52). About one month later we heard in the radio that Berliet burst a mine.

We passed the night without problems. The morning appeared with cold. To light firewood fire was impossible because of safety. As we had small cubes incendiaries, it was enough to lean them the fire of a lighter, and to heat up a can of milk with chocolate of the iron ration. About of the noon the burning heat came. We continued the progress and we sighted a camp of the guerrilla fighters. We were almost completely immobilized during the rest of the day and of the night, very close to observe if movements existed.

Nothing happened and we went gingerly in small groups to her interior, always in the suspicion that the accesses would be mined. They were about twenty black-people's huts well built and organized almost in a circle. They saw each other recent palm oil remains spread by the ground, what meant breeze activity. Without a doubt that it was a place of passage, a hotel in the forest. The commander of the battalion was informed, and immediately it ordered that if it burned everything. Second lieutenant Lopes obeyed and it ordered to set fire. While the fires made her destructive work prophesied: "Now we will have reprisals. It was better to leave everything as it was". And it ordered that we returned the house.

About one month later we heard in the radio that Berliet burst a mine. The driver was lightly wounded. Due to the sacks of sand the vehicle suffered few damages and the driver survived thanks to that. They were the reprisals, second lieutenant Lopes was well-aimed.

I always liked a lot lettuce. In my house of the Olivais Sul, in Lisbon, eat a great amount in a plastic pan. He felt a great pleasure that never knew how to explain. They started to call me cricket.

When I discovered that lightly moved away of our quartering there was a vegetable garden with very big and appetizing lettuces, I established a plan for the spoon. Like this, when it was of service at night it would be the ideal period. About the two hours of the morning I was absent of the position of radio, I arrived the sentry near and I screamed him that it was me. I opened the door of the vegetable garden. Was he to look me suspicious and with certainty to the one to think what would be that this brute would do the one hour of these to the vegetable garden?! Did I choose four very big lettuces, did I pull them and did I stand back. I think he must not have been good of the head when he saw to do with them. He ignored how they would react the ones that the other day treated of the vegetable garden, when they gave for her lack.

In the position of radio I washed them one to an and I put them some onion slices, vinegar, salt, alimentary oil and I ate them whole.

The sentry commented on it happened. The occurrence approximated to the knowledge of the command, that he affirmed that he had never seen something similar, and for among convinced laughter’s that I should be crazy. In equal way they commented on like this my friends, when they saw what did with other lettuces, taking oath that they didn't get to eat so much amount.

Image: courtesy of the noncommissioned officer Luís Filpe

To Occident of the Paradise (51). And the noncommissioned officers and second lieutenant started to be embarrassed of they give them orders.

We were closer of Luanda. The highway was asphalted, and besides our quartering soul was not spied. Convicts that here would pass the rest of the time, until that they yielded us, with a deserved rest, the reality was very different. It was operation behind operation, what surprised us. The personnel began to be rioted.

In this position of radio he had a small one compartmentalize only for me. Moved away of the noise of the barracks, he already slept and he calmly rested. He had my privacy finally.

Several times of Bairrada, in Portugal, they arrived smoked sausage, ham and similar, including the wine. We made great carouses, thanks to the Lavoura that was natural of Bairrada and of Cansadinho that was from Lisbon.

The Lavoura and Cansadinho were soldiers telegraph operators. But they had qualifications for CSM, Course of Sergeants Militiaman. They were able to very well be noncommissioned officers. But due to they have not given the paper work on time, they were in the soldiers' condition. In spite of that they continued to study. When there were the periods of exams in Luanda, they authorized us to leave, and when they returned came full of joy, because the exams ran them well. "The seventh year is already in the crop." - They said. A new situation appeared... they already had qualifications for officer’s militiamen.

And the noncommissioned officers and second lieutenant started to be embarrassed of they give them orders. They had more qualifications than the noncommissioned officers, and these felt as that inferiorities. The second lieutenants treated in the as same. But it was not alone this, there was more. The Lavoura was of the engineering transmissions and infantry Cansadinho. Cansadinho had fat the plus and it didn't support to carry the radio to the backs deserving her name. The Lavoura always offered for substituting. In a spirit of solidarity whole we passed to do the same.

After a great walk in direction to a camp of the guerrilla fighters' passage, where some of us didn't tolerate the last, including me, or else we see: The radio was weighed, about ten kilos, a campaign Racal TR28, with a sack full of combat rations, plastic bottles with reservation water, canteen, a blanket, a tent cloth and almost always a book, the ammunitions, and clear, G3. Imagine this weight during a long walk. The certain height everything weighs as lead. I dropped me and I removed the radio of the backs convinced that the second lieutenant would make a stop. But nothing of this happened. Somebody screamed:

- My second lieutenant!!! My second lieutenant!!!

He looked but it didn't stop, he didn't give importance:

- Who wants to be that it is!

Gee, only of thinking that we would be thereabout abandoned, he gave us such force that we forgot the fatigue. We ran with what remained of our forces and we joined to our companions.

We parked in a place that seemed to be it more insurance, densely surrounded of vegetation. When somebody spoke higher, second lieutenant Lopes imposed silence, and to smoke was not possible. Because the sounds in the forest are perfectly audible, and the tobacco of the cigarette feels the considerable distance. Like this, as suddenly if the birds took off, that means that somebody or something was in the proximities.

Image: courtesy of the noncommissioned officer Luís Filipe

To Occident of the Paradise (50). We lived in a world where we needed to hide to do love! While the violence is practiced in the middle of the light o

Suddenly, over us, we heard the noise of an airplane that flew in circles the low altitude. It was an airplane DO27, (Dornier). We felt some fear because we didn't know about her presence. He arose very high, and suddenly in fall free vein in our direction. Some fled in panic. It stabilized and it executed several acrobatics. A worthy show of being seen. I took several pictures. I thought that they sent it for the command to become distracted, but not. After covering with earth, it arrived close of us the man that her - he was an official pilot - and he hugged lengthy a noncommissioned officer of our company, Sanches, that awaited him. Sanches was family of the Commander-boss of the Military Area of Angola. They were long about half hour to talk, later the aviator left. He did more some acrobatics and in the end it fanned the wings in farewell sign. He had come here on purpose to greet her friend.

The prick that the engineering opened already went distant. To accompany them the step, we had to leave this place and to set up a camp of tents more ahead. Before the departure I removed some pictures of the berries of the coffee plants, that they were very beautiful, with a very provocative colour.

Again to prepare the luggage’s for one more trip. The engineering had mixture an earth place, properly even, and to her turn an earth wall that served us of protection got up.

We took a shower in suspended watering cans of a structure of improvised wood. The water was carried to it frustrates of a tanker track.

The powder was unbearable and it penetrated it all the moment for the openings of the tents. When the bread was not protected, it seemed that it had been cooked with powder. The ants didn't forgive, and everything that was food disappeared. We had to put a plate with water, and in the middle a container, where on top of this we put the surpluses of the meals, that later took advantage while we awaited for the ranch.

Seating in my bed, all of the free moments he dedicated them to the reading. He stopped to rest when the pains attacked my backs due to so unpleasant position. I never read as much as on these months. The frequent dislocations to and fro began to get tired. No longer it undid the luggage, it just removed what needed, and later when of new shaky, it arranged everything in the same ranch.

Again of departure for new camp, because the engineering already went beyond. Then our mission would finish. They had passed her several months, and the time of our commission almost reached the end. The odyssey of CCAV 3418 continued for the final destiny, Balacende.

We lived in a world where we needed to hide to do love! While the violence is practiced in the middle of the light of the day. John Lennon

Image: DO27 http://www.bush-planes.com/images/TopDornierRight.jpg

To Occident of the Paradise (49). The farmer vein of Luanda intentionally to punish some of their workers... to the blow.

A contrast funny was our discipline posture in relation to the clothing and vertical position, always imposed by our captain. In the engineering platoon it was: He satiates hair, shirt out of the shorts, boots with the free attackers, finally, each one dress in agreement with the conjuncture. Our captain should be a lot annoyed with this, but he could not make anything. Besides, the personnel of the engineering said that if they annoyed them that they left, and that they called other, because that were to work and the conditions work were unworthy.

Informed of this, the high commands preferred to close the eyes. Unlike Quibala of the North where we were in the high of a mountain, here we were in an it is worth surrounded of mountains. The surrounding general view of the position of radio was a great mountain. My bed located the door close to. When he sat down, he always looked at the same landscape. A very narrow and depressing place.

However, my father sent me a small cassette tape recorder. A noncommissioned officer lent me a cassette with a music that didn't get tired of hearing. I think the melody was adapted exactly to the landscape.

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather

(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

(Generals order their soldiers to kill)

And to gather it all in a bunch of heather

(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)

Then she'll be a true love of mine

(Simon & Garfunkel. Scarborough Fair.)

It is always, when listening this music, it comes me always to the memory this place. The hills and her vegetation.

He already had many books to read. Almost all of the second lieutenants and noncommissioned officers carried suitcases with books, so that the time that remained didn't go so unpleasant. In the generality they were consecrated authors' romances. He read them to the exhaustion.

An incident came to break the monotony. The farmer vein of Luanda intentionally to punish some of their workers... to the blow. This left us so rebelled that he pleased to kill us the man, if they were not the second lieutenants that they discouraged us.

The other day the farmer's dogs yelped in a strange way. A the one died in great agony. All died poisoned. Somebody gave them poisoned food, and it was never known who was the author or authors. It was without a doubt a revenge. I thought that our command would take severe measures against us. But no, they preferred the silence, faking that they didn't know about anything.

Image: courtesy of the noncommissioned officer Luís Filipe.

To Occident of the Paradise (48). And CCAV 3418 continued her odyssey.

A sergeant gathered a group of volunteers to hunt pacaças (donkeys of the bush). I offered and there we went. We arrived to a place where they habitually grazed on. The sergeant informed us solemnly that nobody would give shot with G3, because he had an appropriate hunting gun. A silly one disobeyed to the order, and when he saw a pacaça gave him shots with G3. Result… the wounded animal invested suddenly as wanting to sweep everything to her front. When I noticed the danger and of the noise that the animal did, therefore that the ground shook, for instinct I put myself behind the trunk of a tree, and I saw it pass in a lunatic would run. But the sergeant was attentive more ahead, and with well-aimed shots of his hunting gun it ended for abating her. To dinner we had pacaça steaks with rice, and we gave thanks to God for such good food.

MVL continued kept. The very loaded civil vehicles advanced a little and later they buried again. The messages that we received said that the berliet, with the all facing steering gear the left slid for the right, as if the ground was flooded of butter. Until that such imbroglio arrived to the knowledge of the Commander-boss of the Military Area of Angola. The orders that he gave were that MVL should move forward immediately. They were sent helicopters with personnel of the engineering, and the column moved forward and it arrived to her destiny. For great evils, great medicines.

For the last time I accompanied one of our platoons in one more patrol as war photographer. Few times we carried the eraser mattress, because in progression he becomes very heavy. As bed used a tent cloth that we extended in the ground. In the soil they were plentiful sharp stones that they caused us pain, and that they just let to fall asleep a little. For bad luck a shower fell to middle of the night. The punches a little were to take shelter. When it broke the day were flooded, and without sleeping we seemed uncontrolled automations.

The company that allowed to do this martyrdom arrived, but it was just a rotation. They were, and we went bound for Quixico. A year of isolation in the bush affects any one.

Roads don't exist for the peace. The peace is the road. (Mahatma Gandhi. (Great Soul).

And CCAV 3418 continued her odyssey. The main characteristic of Quixico, was a great coffee plantation. I began to end that all of the located places in the North of Angola had her origin in great farms of coffee plants. He also knew that this whole great area had the name of Dembos.

A curious detail was that just the communications located in a small hill. We had facilities only for us. Unlike Quibala of the North, when we were of service at night, in the daytime we didn't get to sleep, because in the barracks they made so much noise that was largely due to that the alteration of our nervous system.

All of the facilities in that now found belonged us to a great farmer. In front of the communications he extended a prick in line recta. It was the main road of entrance and exit. More in front, on the right side, they were the facilities of our bosses, separate from the remaining personal. They were two grocery stores of coffee improvised for the effect. In front, to the bottom, they perfectly stood out great fields for drying of the coffee. Moved away, in an isolated place, it stood out an aviation track. There were civil of the Provincial OPVDCA-Organization of Volunteers of the Civil Defence of Angola that protected the facilities and the workers of the farm.

Our mission consisted of protecting an engineering platoon, that he opened a great prick in direction Salazar (today Ndalatando). They Left in the morning, they worked in the to thin the bush, later they levelled the soil and they passed him with the cylinder. They were properly leaning for the JAEA-Junta Autonomic, of Highways of Angola, with civil personnel. At the end of the day they sent a message with the position, such km.

Image: courtesy of the noncommissioned officer, Luís Filipe

To Occident of the Paradise (47). But which something… they were lemons. But even so, they served marvellously to kill the thirst.

(For something to insist on calling him country electric power is not had?)

The streets that surrounded the battalion were of beaten earth. The powder was so much that to walk he became stormy. He arrived to thirty centimetres of height. We were with the body as if we had taken a powder a shower. I felt very relieved when the captain ordered that we returned. With determination this place was not homelike.

It continued with my operational escapes to take pictures. I saw holes of left elephants when they walked in the muddy earth. The bad luck would be to put a foot in an of them and certainly he would go out with a broken leg.

The certain height appeared panic among us because somebody stepped a great serpent, what originated a great rush. Nobody got hurt. The tsetse fly pursued us. They didn't make any noise. Only if it felt itch, that made a protuberance in the skin when scratching. Happily we didn't have any case of infection.

When a storm appeared, no matter how much we did, our tents were flooded, or they were devastated by the overpowering force of the windstorm. And it happened that the rays were so intense, that we had to release our weapons for us not to be electrocuted.

In another operational escape in that no longer we had water to drink; I discovered among four trees a reservoir done with their roots. I took advantage and I put some in the canteen, disinfecting her with several tablets. In another height, also without water, we discovered a small filthy lake. We tried to take advantage the part that seemed cleaner; we filled the canteens, we disinfected and burrow to drink.

Or when in a tillage abandoned we found that they seemed oranges. I pulled some and with the bush knife I removed the peel. It would be great well, to kill the thirst with such a delicacy. But which something… they were lemons. But even so, they served marvellously to kill the thirst.

He didn't like chicken. When they served this food said that I starved. That they never saw nobody not to like chicken. The subject was very simple, I think. When he was child, in Tramagal he hears a great shower that dragged hundreds of chickens. I saw them in decomposition with the larvae finish her their cadaverous remains. Since then I never again got to eat everything to go birds. I sometimes tried to win this embarrassment, but without success, because it always caused me vomit. The noncommissioned officer goods, when he noticed the situation instructed for they make me other food, that it usually consisted of French fries with steak.

However our fear appeared… the rice with hotdogs. The one that got cooked other food. There were little stoves to petroleum spread by the whole company. Of course we also had ours. Once in a while we made some properly delicacies watered with beer. But the rice with hotdogs continued. Then we knew the reason. MVL that transported the goods was kept in Freitas Mornas, due to the intense rains. One week already past was had and we didn't know when it would be her arrival.

Image: courtesy of the noncommissioned officer Luis Filipe

To Occident of the Paradise (46). The guerrilla fighters until they got to steal the clothes that was extended close of the commander's cabinet.

One of the consequences of that was the sending by air of fresh foods for small airplanes freighted for the effect. Portuguese sardines, pimentos, meat, fresh wine, etc. Our ration got better and the moral of the troop also. This was necessary, while the command sought a company for our rotation. Naturally that great part of the time was started to play the card game. Per times great discussions appeared because of the famous renouncement, and they didn't end in boxing almost miraculously. But it was not also ignored that if that happened, it fell us on top the RDM-Regulation of Discipline Military. Already ready to finish the commission, it was of politeness to avoid to the whole cost incidents of this nature.

Our chairs were built in an original way. Of the barrels with staves, after having finished his content, they were sawed so that if they transformed in true works of art of the prick. I never got to know who her inventor was.

I decided to be war reporter. For that he needed a camera, what got through a noncommissioned officer when of one his dislocation Luanda. The machine was in second hand. His transport packing was very resistant, armoured, the one that allowed support strong blows. It was ideal for a war atmosphere. I got pictures with clearness to half meter of distance. It concludes that it would only take slides pictures. I sometimes accompanied the platoons, because he wanted to leave something for the posterity.

Usually when a column came out, the first vehicle was a Berliet that had sacks of sand under and ahead. It was it bursts mines. Behind the cabin he had an armoured protection for the installation of a machine gun that could shoot in all of the directions. The boxes of dispersed ammunitions in all of the vehicles had a line tied to allow that in case of attack if they could pull, and like this to have access to more ammunition. This idea appeared, due to a platoon that somewhere suffered an attack. All jumped for the kind of grass and later they didn't have as arriving to the ammunitions that were in the vehicles.

The captain had to leave Nambuangongo even. Before he would make a short stop in Zala. For to cheer up I also went in the column. To the Zala to arrive I went for the area of the communications. The first thing that they informed was me that as soon as it, it burst rude shooting. But once in a while in the daytime that also happened. Protections of sacks of sand existed to the turn. When I arrived one of the protections close to, they noticed me to bend over because it could be reached.

In Nambuangongo the situation was not better. They posted watches with binoculars that observed all the places sincerely. But at dusk, it was such the shooting that nobody lived in peace. The guerrilla fighters until they got to steal the clothes that was extended close of the commander's cabinet. Her chair was holed with some shots. Luckily him he was not there on that moment. The guerrilla fighters deceived the watches because they crawled for the middle of the hills. There were in the proximities a company of Arrows, and they distrusted that they gave them attendance.

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To Occident of the Paradise (45). It happened that suddenly became furious. He neither supported anything nor nobody.

No matter how much if he spoke didn't give ears to anybody. Somebody suggested that it was better to abate him, but it appeared the noncommissioned officer of his platoon that while he spoke, it put candy in the camera of her G3:

- Already leave then, it is an order!

The answer was:

- My noncommissioned officer, don't enter in this, I will kill them to all!

The noncommissioned officer was not to lose more time and he screamed him:

- I am going there on top to have with itself and if you have courage can kill myself. While the noncommissioned officer was disposed to arise, he suddenly jumped. The noncommissioned officer approached and he screamed him more it unites time:

- Shit, feel the shit of the grenade!!!

He stood back and it threw the grenade for the small is worth that it surrounded our facilities without causing any damages. It cried the noncommissioned officer near copiously, and while he apologized was hugged to the that was corresponded by the noncommissioned officer. They seemed father and son. Then it was transferred for another company, we never again knew what happened him.

The violent storms continued. He wanted to hug Belita. He wanted to leave of here at the whole cost. But How?! Do I Think I lost everything, besides his love. He would never again see her beauty. But because I was not born with wings to fly? At least it could glide and to contemplate so much beauty nocturnal and later to return for my position. It was as soon as thought when it was of service at night. He looked at the horizon and road that seemed continuous explosions, because they illuminated the sky in such a way, that it seemed neither a great battle without having expired nor winners.

They were intense casts of orange light. It was the sorcery of the Angolan sky. Then a great invasion of heavy butterflies appeared the one that gave the name of airplanes Dakotas of the night. During a short period of the night we were illuminated for a generator. The conservation of the foods was made with freezers to petroleum. Excepting this, the batteries of our equipments had to be loaded while the generator was linked. After having turned off, a deep silence settled when it arrived the bedtime.

In service at that time of the rains, of linked lamp in the position of radio, an insects crowd enters. It was enough to have something open, it was almost impossible to stay at the place.

During the time of the dry time they were made great burning to avoid that the grass grew and it sheltered the enemy. They were burned that arrived to be so gigantic, that they were able to easily be seen at night. They inspired me great fears. They seemed great cities that burned without any control.

It happened that suddenly became furious. He neither supported anything nor nobody. When he got up and it always faced the same faces, I arrived to the point of diverting the head for the other side. No longer he spoke, it discussed and he screamed aloud. To the low thing it was out of me. No longer it got to support the atmosphere. My friends called me the attention, but in vain. He just wanted to be alone and that nobody inconvenienced me. But they began to appear more cases. To present situation he became unsustainable. After all it was almost after one year and the solitude was a great torment. It was just broken when it arrived the airplane or MVL, of rest we didn't have contact with anything else. Our command began to notice that was necessary change to another place.

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To Occident of the Paradise (44). We are here for the time to pass and we return all alive ones.

Once in a while to change of airs he was formed a column for us to go from walk to Ambriz. As he had beach, during two or three days there we were. I took advantage and there I became distracted twice. There was an improvised restaurant, where they served French fries with steak.

In an of the trips that I was not part, the second lieutenant took the personnel to the river Loge, and they picked many crawfish with bread baits. Already in the quartering, my friends told me admired that there was party in the platoons:

- They are to eat shellfish, they picked a ton of crawfish.

I was happy, gluttonous only of thinking that will taste a good dainty:

- Will we steal them there some?

- They don't give us, they tell us that if they want will pick them there. This food is not for tightrope walkers.

- Big crooked of friends, it is what are!

However a message gets to inform that there was a great enemy activity in our area. Second lieutenant Lopes comments on apprehensive:

- The best is create not problems. If we don't put ourselves with them, they don't enter with us. If we don't attack them they don't also attack us. We are here for the time to pass and we return all alive ones.

After this I started to use a radio of the reservation, to listen in other frequencies that it would be been to pass with other companies. Once in a while he heard that it was moved a mine, and that there were some hurt. This meant that the situation was not pleasant.

Second lieutenant Santos previously went out with her platoon for an area of enemy infiltration certain. The certain height his operator of radio communicated us that there was intense shooting. We were attentive to the radio and awaiting the worst.

Then, when they arrived to the quartering, the information that they gave were us very confused. That they had clashes with the enemy, but that was just an old poor in the reality that it was depressed. One of the beaters of the platoon shuffled everything; in such a way that as it was night confused the old with a very numerous group. The wars have of these situations. Some frustration took possession of us.

Somewhere I heard the sound of a very pleasant viola. He made to remember Zeca Afonso. I went in her direction, intrigued of who would be the minstrel. I wondered... it was Tchipalanca, one of the members of the Angolan platoon. It was natural of Huambo and teacher in the civilian life. I asked him that music was to play and to sing. That it was a ballad of the area East of Angola. I asked him more:

- I liked a lot of hearing, he pleaser plays.

The melody felt great joy. It is once in a while went near him and he asked him that he played something of the Angolan folklore.

A message has just arrived; it informed that it came for our company in next MVL, of punishment, a soldier. He arrived and their records said that his military life was alone punishments. He already had finishing her time of commission. Of punishment in punishment would never again leave the troop. A dangerous element was considered. To the low altercation he threatened of death who wants that it went. He had beaten some officiate with shots to the mixture. Quickly our atmosphere lost temper with some beating scenes in the barracks. Few days later, in one night we were surprised with a great racket in the roof of the barracks. He was with a ready grenade to explode and he threatened to throw her.

Image: Non-commissioned Luis Filipe

To Occident of the Paradise (43). The captain left for Toto in the company of the war trophy. A young poor that they would give to PIDE.

I didn't have another solution, I complained to Moreira. He gathered us and angry he called us the attention. And Pereira had the nerve of continuing, of worsening the situation. When in one morning I entered of service for substituting and I came across the show of pure provocation, we arrived to you saw of facto. It was inevitable… we struggled. Maybe that he didn't count that I arrived to this point. After suffering some excoriations he began to cry dully. We never again spoke to each other to not to be indirectly. I limited myself to blame the war for this incident that until it caused us enmities.

Of pointing out a very curious aspect. Pereira got the time to pass to read and to read again the same sport newspaper so that, he arrived to the point of they be to call him for the radio and him didn't hear. It was necessary that some of us called him the attention, or that we diffused in the personal computer and we answered: "Inform!” While the operator on the other side said that to maintain the situation would inform the boss of the battalion. It is once in a while messages appeared inform her that such and such operator of other companies was punished.

When the sky announced storm and wind, it went as volunteer, tired to look always for the same landscape. Oh! As he would want Belita to be here close to me forever. If her, or me, if we could fly that happy we would be. I still feel the smell and the flavour of her body that accompany me all of the nights. Only fear that in the absence, later just remain a tenuous memory.

While I am going staying in the storms and in the winds, in the hugs of the beyond-love lost in the timeless fabrics that they invented, and that they inconvenience loving. The distances in the course of time postpone the inevitable separation. The nights are fixed in the masturbations of our heartless souls. It is only it is reborn once in a while, until that everything suddenly finishes. The storms and the winds started to be the only company that comforted me and it encouraged. When contemplating the green in the high of the mountains, through my dream of lost love forever.

A platoon was thrown in an operation. Commanded by second lieutenant Santos intercepted a small guerrilla column that carried provisioning. There was not shooting because they got to flee, but for he brings a youth that they were hit left and they brought for the quartering. It was very thin and high, it seemed to be in the thirty years. In spite of badly worn, with the nightgown half torn, it was noticed that was beautiful. With her a considerable shipment of variety of hemp came. The captain left for Toto in the company of the war trophy. A young poor that they would give to PIDE.

With the absent captain, somebody had the idea of trying to smoke variety of hemp. He didn't want to believe in what was to happen. First they were the officials and noncommissioned officers, with a to watch, without smoking, so that possible cases of unexpected reactions were controlled. After them it was our time with the noncommissioned officers watch her us. They told me that the seeds made more effect. I made a cigarette and I smoked.

Then I felt sleep and I lied down. It appeared me a wonderful vision of Belita. We were in the paradise, surrounded of beautiful flowers; she was in a suspended swing in a tree. To our turn they hovered transparent white clouds. While it pushed the swing, she smiled amazed. He felt the happiest person of the world. I think I slept about three hours, later a devouring appetite came. An almost crazy will of eating. I smoked once again and vein the same vision, the same symptoms. I guaranteed myself that she drug is this, never depending of her, and I will never support to be dominated by the unreal. I prefer the reality and I never again smoked. An or other companion who I asked if they felt some thing told me that not. A noncommissioned officer explained to us that the symptoms are unexpected in the people.

To Occident of the Paradise (42). Our captain began a whiskey cycle.

In his cabinet, second lieutenant Santos, that was the second commander, when if it gathered no longer he spoke, he screamed, to the point of we get to think that at any moment Fenced in would be it attacked or depressed. Our captain began a whiskey cycle. Concerned, we attended their frequent incursions wherever it went. It picked on all for everything and for anything. He became so unpleasant, that when somebody informed that he came the road, everything fled. Before this I had an idea. I pulled a band leaf drawn in that the hero screamed: "He comes the Indians there!!!”

As the three exclamation marks reminded captain's gallons, underlined them properly, and I glued the leaf in the position of radio. Fenced in him when he entered with the hangover of the glass in the head saw the caricature and it shot:

- Great shits, remove me already this shit of here!

As it was me that it was of service, and after the incident of the books I thought that this time would not escape. But it didn't happen me anything. The noncommissioned officer Moreira advised me to avoid provocations, because the man didn't walk good of the head. Besides already he had problems with the liver, and once in a while it went to Luanda in treatment. Our commander, definitively it was arranged due to the successive service commissions. It was in the state the one that called drizzle.

The corporal Pereira was my friend. As I was the substitute of the noncommissioned officer Moreira, he was in the right of also to give orders, what was incorrect. He felt very constrained and frustrated. All of the orders that he gave him, despised them, it didn't accomplish them. It arrived to the point of returning all against me. When I noticed that, he already had a very unpleasant atmosphere to my turn that it would last to the end of the service commission. In spite of her position, it was mediocre in everything that did. I didn't get to understand how it got the specialty. Only probably with wedge, which the friends commented on secretly. This man would be my daily hell to the end of the demobilization.

Moreira instructed me and he allowed me the Permanent NEPs-Norms of Execution, that they explained in full detail how to manage the communications. I went proceeding in agreement with their precepts. One of the most important aspects was the batteries that fed our radio fasten RACAL, and the other movable radios also of the same mark. This was due to the military cooperation of Portugal with to South Africa. I explained to all that when the work battery - that was very heavy, they were necessary two people for to transport - and that when it was at least of load, they substitute it for the another that was always to carry in the respective loader, PROTRON.

Of this it depended our survival, because without communications that it would belong to us? Before this, Pereira decided exactly the opposite. When it was of service, it put the paved feet on top of the battery. Loaded of garbage and powder became dangerous, because it could explode at any moment due to a short circuit. And for heap, when it finished the service left the battery almost without load, the dish dirties remains of food, garbage on the whole side. Who wants that it cleans. The friends called me the attention. I spoke to him but in vain.

Image: Racal TR-28 was a miraculous apparel, that it saved a lot of lives.

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To Occident of the Paradise (41). He noticed me that this literature type in her company was prohibited. That later was very commented on.

Chattering of the birds before the storms, and later the smell of the humidity of the bushes will never forget. The deads that were will be reborn with our presence in the yellow of finishing of the days. They will be happy with the smell of the earth, before and after the sorcery sent by the storm that does of the day night.

The storms when they appeared put fear. Suddenly the sky darkened, a great windstorm appeared, and more than in one occasion we had to hang us in the supports of the ceiling of foils, or else they would fly with the force of the wind. After this the captain Valadas in got that metallic structures were installed in our barracks, of those modern ones. Our comfort got better. It also ordered that we created flanked division into streets of stones and that if they watered with whitewash. Second lieutenant Lopes commented on that our captain was for mistake here put, that it would be better it uses in an engineering company.

We received a driven message the all from the companies that he left us stupefies. A major of the DBI-Division Base of Intendancy, they pursued him accused bulky deviations, and who had knowledge of his existence to stop him immediately. And that the last time had been seen in Henrique of Carvalho (today Saurimo).

Second lieutenant Lopes explained to us that it was due to that that the cigarettes, the beer and other products began to become rare among us. I commented on, according to the trilogy of the work of Hans Helmut Kirst that I read, that when the Germans were in front Russian, a German lieutenant of the logistics got to negotiate caviar and other products, and like this to offer a banquet to the German officials in the middle of the battle front. Lopes increased:

- All of the wars are to negotiate; on the whole side opportunists that enrich at the expense of the troops exist.

He finished with other episode:

- A sergeant of DBI was surprised in the back yard of his house in Luanda, with great amounts of cod buried.

Of course with these episodes our revolt and dissatisfaction increased. The comments didn't cease:

- We here suffer her and the chicos (the ones that followed the military career) enrich her to our cost. They can be with our part of Angola because we don't want her.

He had some Marxist books. One of them was the Capital and other works of Marx and Engels. I put them in the shelf of our position of radio. They were not there a long time. Valadas in appeared him frequently, it observed the atmosphere, and he gave in the rigorous orders that he didn't want anybody strange in our atmosphere. That caused in the immense upset with any that went, as it is evident. It was maintained the secrecy of the communications. But as soon as he saw the titles of the books in the shelf, he asked of who were.

I answered that they belonged me. Simply without any explanations removed them and it took them. He noticed me that this literature type in his company was prohibited. This later was very commented on. The second lieutenants and noncommissioned officers when they became aware were apprehensive. Due to this facto and other silliness, the relationship with Valadas in cooled him.

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To Occident of the Paradise (40). to Operate in campaign is totally different from being installed in the cabinets.

That "older friend" would be one more days so that the testimony passage if he assured properly, and he would go in next MVL. It was everything very different from the instruction that we received when in the specialty, and it felt some fear. To operate in campaign is totally different from being installed in the cabinets. As it was I that he had better classification, would be the associate of the non-commissioned officer Moreira. We were eight telegraph operators. Four of engineering transmissions and four of infantry transmissions. The difference between engineering and infantry lived in that the first ones were fixed, they were in the quartering, and the others carried the radios when their platoons if they moved. Two CRIPTO operators that depended directly existed just of two people: Moreira and the commander of the company. This had for name CCAV 3418, Company of Cavalry no. 3418. No, we didn't have horses.

Our net of radio called herself HIGH, and led of the battalion that was placed in Toto. It was of here that we received and we sent them the whole traffic through oral messages in phonetic alphabet or calculated.

The quartering was located in the high of a hill. To the entrance it was the position of radio, for the left and in the same building the facilities of the non-commissioned officers. Plus to the left and separate, they were the officials and later her harvest. There was an empty interval, formed by one is worth deep and of difficult access. There was the infirmary, later the dining hall, the goods deposit, and our barracks. The spa had water continually. She came from a located rising the about five hundred meters and that it served from irrigated to a plantation of a farmer.

In another close hill some were installed rockets launcher in strategic positions appeared for places considered dangerous, in case they attack us. As it was a lot of considerable dimensions but much more moved away.

In the bite that led to the quartering they were a farmer's facilities. He had about fifty workers that lived in deplorable conditions… and a woman. Because of her, the beating scenes were frequent. When the farmer knew these occurrences punished them violently. Us, military, we were prohibited categorically of we introduce ourselves in the civil subjects. It was leave-running.

Our company was constituted in five platoons. Four, for the commonly said, of shooters, and the remaining, for the specialists commonly tightrope walks calls, because they always stayed inside the barbed wire. Later, he joined a platoon of natural of Angola. Besides the commander, the captain Valadas, there was three second lieutenant: Lopes, Santos and Pereira that it was little time among us, due to having party a leg in elapsing of a football game.

The days passed. The landscape with the hills to our turn, and the vegetation, already if they turned tiresome because there was not anything else to observe.

Image: Emblem of the Company of Cavalry 3418