And in the company according to instructions of MR Figueira, I spoke to the administrator about my situation, on my future. It guaranteed me that it was to treat of that. But the days passed and nor a word of hope went. Then he entered in a crooked deal with VW of Brazil. The commissions were bulky. It corrupted some people. Somebody denounced the corruption to the government. Before being arrested he got to flee heading for Portugal. I saw that he didn't have more any opportunity and I presented my dismissal. It was the beginning of the corruption in Angola. A new more terrible colonialism than the previous began.
My main concern now was to guarantee the conditions of survival of the Tina and of Dina. He studied intensely for us to leave the poverty. The belly of the Tina increased. Inside of few months we would have one more mouth to feed. The foods made scarce. The Tina had to struggle a lot to get to buy some small mackerels in the market of São Paulo.
Our salvation was the mother of the Tina. She lived close of Futungo of Belas and she had a tillage in abandoned farm of Gomes & Irmão. She ordered my youth’s brother-in-laws to fish and they pick mabanga. In the tillage it was picked jimboa, jindungo, tomato, lettuce, etc, that she also sent us. If it didn't go that precious help would die probably of hunger.
The stores of the people appear. To have access it was necessary a card. To the four or five of the morning the Tina went to the queue. The queue’s controllers gave whippings in the women. Once in a while the Tina was also hit. After a long wait and suffering, she got to bring some thing for us to eat. And it let off steam:
- Who doesn't want to be in the queue gives the vagina to the guards, or she dates with them. Or if she gives the vagina to the responsible of the store it is still better. They enter for the door of the horse, they make sex and quickly they assist them. Until they take everything that they want. He was inaugurated like this the widespread prostitution, and carrying everything in the heads.
Agostinho Neto will say later than who wants to come for Angola guarantees them the bread with butter. In Headquarters' meetings, Agostinho Neto leaves everyone to speak. In the end he says that it thinks it is better like this and like this, and question if they are all of agreement. Of course answers that yes. Here he reveals her intelligence of uncontested leader. Who committed the minimum mistake was immediately moved away. In spite of everything we felt in the calm ones. He imposed respect. Her presence was enough and nobody felt comfortable. They were very difficult times.
The directive of EMG of FAPLA appeared, of the widespread popular resistance. Lucas asked for me my personal data and they took a census of me. If it went to one of the fronts think he would not leave of there alive. But as it was technical was to support the rearguard. They ordered me at night to stand guards in the prison of São Paulo. It cost me to understand that before, in the colonialism it was prison, and now it continued to be it. It should be transformed at museum. The comrade Sacrifice was the boss. He arose to the terrace, he approached me and he greeted me:
- Good-night comrade.
- Good-night comrade Sacrifice.
It was one moments in silence and later it surprised me with the one that I thought a provocation.
- Jesus Christ was a great revolutionary.
I put to the defensive, because he didn't understand where he wanted to arrive:
- Yes… of facto he was the largest revolutionary of all of the times.
- But, was it a great revolutionary or the largest reactionary of all of the times?!
I tried to argue but he suddenly went down. I thought that the put subject was a test on which I thought on religion. It was enough to put a foot in false, to be connoted as counterrevolutionary, or agent of the imperialism. There were good a lot of people that read a manual and he was already considered more revolutionary than the true revolutionaries. Actually there is always a church in our hearts. "And only the truth frees us.”
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