I became distressed with close days, it awaited that the safety would come to arrest us for interrogations. We calmed down because certainly, Bento Salomão under tortures didn't denounce us, because the subject fell in the forgetfulness. Of course was very sense with this. And he constantly meditated: how is it that a country starts the time to kill all her youth in the war? What future would have this country? In fact, it was already notable to verify that this war was a great business. It was enough to see the opulence of some companies that appeared of the anything.
A youth Sao Tome she was great friend of Bento Salomão. Some of their work friends with the newspaper in the hand approached her. They revealed distrust and aggressiveness:
- Mixed-race bombers friend, escaped of taking bomb here.
- Look at their late blacks. The settlers took some of your hair. This time until the hair of the ass they will remove you.
With the frustrated aggressiveness, the friends disappeared quickly for among laughter’s.
The two Portuguese partners didn't understand each other. One of them took the money of the incomes and it started the nights to play poker. He got up at noon and he appeared in the service with sleep face. He asked for the daily income. All the money that there was took it for their continuous and endless poker sessions. It got into a lot of debts and due to that he stopped there being money to pay the expirations. The other partner dissolved the society that just resisted almost one year. He spoke to some of us that it will create a new company. The action molds would be different - it tried to convince us - because we would be all partners. Hee defended the new company as an embryo of future cooperatives. A model of the Soviet cooperatives in Angola. It was affirmed as a big and genuine communist... one more egoist. A true revolutionary.
Her son-in-law and daughter informed that MPLA on behalf of the popular power confiscated her farm, where it got a good business with the sale of chickens and several other products. That of great communist was pure illusion. He had never been communist in her life.
The company, or cooperative, it would be constituted by seven partners. Three men: Me, the promoter and her son of just sixteen years. Her married daughter, whose husband had a company of public relationships even to our side. He and the father-in-law one could not see. Already some had happened dogfight scenes between both - as narrated by the daughter - and three young mixed-races of Benguela that I never got to know the connections that maintained with the promoter of the society. They were reserved. But when he opened the door of the promoter's cabinet - that insisted that the larger share of the society would belong to him - they were moved with big comfortable.
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