Monangambé. (Contracted). New version

Without real opposition, no there is any interest to fake that democratic intuitions exist in operation.

Sad ending the one of the Angolan people. To perish, to live as the flies and like them to inconvenience.

This is our momentary time of the Chinese illiterate's fissures.

Who depends on other people to work - even in the agriculture (?) - will it never get the freedom. Then that Angola is the barn of the poverty.

This no longer it is Angola, it is an empty thing, without content.

Who doesn't read books; it is slave of those that read them.

Only an illegal government commits illegalities.

And the populations complain of the despair liberator, still more oppressor: "But the settlers didn't do us this!" he wants to say: to free is prolonging, spoiling until never again to gorge.

Monangambé. (Contracted)

In that big presidential palace petroleum is pumped to rakes

it is the spoliation of my body that waters it:

In that big presidential palace he has diamonds

black

they are sanguinary drops of my spoiled cottages.

The petroleum is pumped always

stored, and me, tortured,

I will be very black, black of the colour of the contracted petroleum.

Black of the colour of the contracted petroleum!

Ask the zungueiras (itinerant women that sell in the streets) and to the torture

of yours to pilgrim,

and to the streets of the sad to coil

and to the ghost wind of the abandoned interiors

Until sleeping this government us it banished. And who is that it is going to the tongas (fields to weed) abandoned?

Who drains the products that intentionally

do she let to deteriorate in the fields?

Only luxury cars, and does where hover the dendém* bunches?

Who robbery and in he pays receives million of dollars?

and does he pay us disdain?

To rotten maize flour and the rotten fish they spoil us,

We survived of the imported rags

"thousands of destroyed cottages and blow if grumbles?"

Who?

Who does the petroleum to grow dark

and the diamond to bloom

- Who?

Who gives money for the corrupt ones buy

banks, companies, lovers, houses of million of dollars

and heads of blacks abandoned in the camping tents, Zangados? (Concentration camps)

Who does these corrupt ones prosper,

Alone Angola for them and prisons for us?

- Who?

Ask the zungueiras and the torture

of yours to pilgrim,

and to the streets of the sad to coil

and to the ghost wind of the abandoned interiors:

- "Monangambééé... "

Ah! Leave me at least to sell any thing in the street

to survive

Let to drink, to drink until dying

in that big presidential palace

black of the colour of the contracted petroleum.

- "Monangambééé... "

* palm oil dendezeiro (Elaeis guineensis)

Obtained oil of that fruit, of two qualities, an extracted of the pulp, of red colour, sweet flavour and butter consistence, very used in the Afro-Brazilian cookery, also. Use in I manufacture it of soap, it veils, greases and lubricants and in the industry metallurgical, and other, of the seed, also known as palmiste; andim olive oil-of-smell, palm oil olive oil, palm oil

in electronic dictionary Houaiss of the Portuguese language 1.0

To Occident of the Paradise (85). The settlers took some of your hair. This time until the hair of the ass they will remove you.

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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To Occident of the Paradise (84). The boss of personnel's department was Bento Salomão, natural of Bié

The work place was to scarce meters of our home. The partners were two Portuguese. They lived of the pretension, or better, of the illusion of they absorb all of the companies due to the facto of few accountants exist. He seemed a new modality of accounting services industrialized. They were twelve mechanographical machines NCR for us to make releases. The boss of personnel's department was Bento Salomão, natural of Bié, that manifested me desire of knowing after knowing that the Tina spoke umbundu. Then, he started to eat lunch with us frequently and feeling in family told in confidence us:

- I am cousin direct of Savimbi, I am here in Luanda to accomplish a mission.

- What mission? - I asked him as well as that somebody suddenly if he sits down highly in a spy's presence in mission secretes.

- To contact with the people of my family that walk thereabout dispersed. MPLA wants to end with the umbundus… especially that Lúcio Lara that is a great viper.

- I know that UNITA has good staffs and very intelligent...

- Yes, for instance, Jerónimo Wanga is one of the mathematical best than it exists in Angola, but as it is of UNITA, MPLA doesn't give him value.

- He looks, personally I lament this war without sense.

- MPLA will never get to annihilate us, we will expire. He looks, I want to ask you a favour.

- You don't have problems, you can speak comfortable.

- Once in a while I will leave some sacks here with things to give to my family. I thank that nobody moves them, and that they are very hidden for they don't steal them.

- You can be rested that nobody will move them or to steal.

Bento Salomão continues to carry and to transport vulgar plastic bags. Some are heavy. He pleases to open up them but they are well wrapped. If he made him, easily he would discover that they were violated. I ask the Tina, the reason of some sacks be so heavy.

- I don't know.

- With this weight only if it be eaten of lead.

The sacks went and they came. Bento Salomão frequently complains about stomach-aches, and her thinness every day was evidenced. The all the moment supported one of the hands in the belly as if that relieved him or it reduced her the pains. I found imperative to recommend him:

- He will make a consultation.

- It is not necessary; they are problems of the nervous system.

There was a net terrorist in Luanda. The explosions were frequent. The terror was evident. Nobody could foresee where it would be the next explosion. The existence of ours day by day was if it would be at our building, in the job or in another place. The authorities showed her incapacity. Our everyday one took to affects risk seriously what remained of the economic structures.

However, the only radio and television of the Marxist-Leninist State announce that they arrested a great net terrorist. The Tina enters to scream with a copy of the only newspaper that circulated at the country:

- Oh my God! Oh my God! I will faint.

- The one what is Tina?!

- He sees the pictures that are in the newspaper.

I opened it and among several pictures it was the one of Bento. Salomão. Then I understood everything. Our house was for storage of bombs. They were also explained the stomach-aches. My fear was if he had admitted where he kept the bombs, and we be accused of conniving, which as it is obvious, it would be difficult to explain to safety's services.

And they were more Angolan sparkled on behalf of the freedom and of the revolution. Tina started the life to look for the picture and it commented on me:

- Bento Salomão was so handsome, so nice and intelligent.

To Occident of the Paradise (83). I left without saying good-bye. I never again saw them. It was inaugurated the era of the cruelty and of the falseho

It is heard the bell of the door, Aquino will open. A mixed-race enters very loud and very thin. He seems to have about forty years. Her face presents fatigue, aged precocious would be said. He looks at the empty bottles and question constrained:

- Did you drink everything; didn't you keep anything for me?!

To drive for the kitchen, Aquino prevents me:

- Care, this is very dangerous...

- Shit! Did this only remain?!

He comes near us. In spite of Aquino to tell him that I was a person becomes friends, it ignores me entirely. He opens the whiskey bottle that discovered at the kitchen, it spills a mouthful in the glass, and he sees himself for Aquino:

- Hey shovel, I am shit with this shit!

- Reason?!

- They ordered to reorganize me the Ministry of the Finances… I don't have anybody... only if he does the alone reorganization.

I took advantage the conversation and I gave my opinion:

- If he needs of my help, I am at your disposal.

He didn't answer me, it was as if I didn't exist, and it continued:

- But with that means will work? And in what financial conditions? How much will win? Nor a car gives me. The answer that they give me, is that the revolution needs sacrifices. How is it possible to work without eating? Them that if whole shit.

Like him it didn't render me attention decided to provoke it:

- I think this is good for the Cubans and for the Russians.

He answered in such a brutal way that it scared me:

- Shit!!! I Want that you if shit, that goes to the shit, don't like whites!!!

I thought that he was to play. But no, it was to speak seriously because it still reinforced:

- Aquino, if this white of shit continues here, I leave.

I left without saying good-bye. I never again saw them. It was inaugurated the era of the cruelty and of the falsehood.

The Tina was me always to swear.

- The other whites have everything and you have no, reason?! Are we to live like this so badly, don't I understand.

- I earn a living honestly. I don't know how to steal. All those that you see thereabout, that they enriched from one day to the next is because they stole. They don't also know how to do another thing. Who arises fast will fall like this. We have to have calm. Little by little and with a lot of work, we will get to straighten our life.

But the Tina continued impatient. She affirmed that their friends despised her because her husband was a poor white. And that the other blacks that lived with whites didn't lack them anything.

I got a good job in a new company, through a former one friend. They walked to recruit and to allure pictures and they paid well. As I was recommended entered with the functions of boss of the patrimony. Our financial condition got better immediately. The Tina bought a freezer - the other no longer it froze well - and room furniture in second hand, and beds for the children to pay in instalments. It got that thanks to their friends that had white husbands. They didn't want to accept the sale to credit, but their wives got to give them the turn. The Tina already if it felt more satisfied.

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To Occident of the Paradise (82). We will be all same when white and mixed-races also sweep the streets.

Of facto, Nito Alves in their interventions display clearly her position:

- We will be all same when white and mixed-races also sweep the streets.

He considered that he was still very young for politically to do front to an old fox as Agostinho Neto. Nito Alves begins to be accused of racist. The fears of a confrontation are evident, they are organized manifestations. In my street they pass trucks full of people screaming order words. We are going to the balcony to attend. When they see white or mixed-races scream threatening:

- It is going to your earth settler! Below the mixed-races and the whites! Death to the whites and mixed-races!

The Tina appears suddenly in the balcony. She tells me to hide. I take the children. The Tina screams for the demonstrators:

- Below the whites… below the whites and the mixed-races!

She intended to deceive them, making to believe them that here were all black.

Of facto, later a great confrontation came. To radio it was silent. Later it is heard a voice that announces:

- They already meet at the studios the faithful forces Agostinho Neto!

It was known after there was a great slaughter. Neto says that there won't be pardon for anybody. In the Jornal de Angola constant editorials appear with the title, to Beat in the Hot Iron. Nito Alves gets to escape, but later they capture him. It begins the hunt to Nitistas that they are depressed without pity nor mercy. Of Lucas, Bakalof and many other I will never again see them. I understood what Lucas had told me in an enigmatic way finally. He wanted to tell me: If he found would kill me. I remembered the pictures that I with Bakalof. For some months I had been restless. And if they found the pictures? Would it be considered Nitista? Fraccionista? For a long time it was listened in the National Radio a version in piano of the music Cannon. I think it was a constant homage to the deads. Per times a great battle that we expired, is revealed later with the time a great defeat.

Wanting to obtain more information was the house of Aquino. There it was him always surrounded of books, always to study. He had near itself a medicine. I asked him:

- Is it sick?

- A mouthful in low.

- Is that medicine for something?

- When I worked in Próquímica invented a medicine to cure alcoholic, it is Nootropil.

I was with fear of commenting on because he didn't know like him would react. He wants to say that he walked to take the medicine that invented to cure her own alcoholism. He gave me will of laughing but I controlled. I preferred to talk about the subject of the moment:

- Was a great slaughter, doesn't it find?!

- In the bottom it was one more conflict between blacks and mixed-races. The mixed-races now have the power.

I admit that with this it didn't count, I retorted him:

- Do the mixed-races have the power?!!

- It awaits and he will see later. Anyway it puts the country in a serious situation. First we ran with the whites and we were without pictures. The ones that remained went largely now died. As the mixed-races usually have more knowledge easily they will dominate the reins of the power.

- Marcelo Caetano wrote in her work, Deposition, that the three liberation movements don't pass of organized gangs.

- I want there to know that Marcelo Caetano writes. A thing is right. This country will never again be recomposed. It will be colonized again. I am a scientist and nobody gives me value. I don't get to work in this anarchy. The expiration doesn't arrive me for anything. Books no there is, they put an end to them. The ones that exist speak only of politics and of the revolution. I already decided… I leave. I am also already old. The evils are not combatted, but her origin.

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Martians invade Luanda

An extraterrestrial ship has just covered with earth in Luanda. It is known that is for replenishment of provisions, because at this time in that I write you, they spoil us for the teletransportation system, the electric power, the water and the food. They are to suck us, better, they spoil it us everything.

However, there are confirmed news of the landing of several ships in several places of the city of Luanda. The fight is unequal, because the invaders certainly proceeding of another galaxy, healthy very powerful.

We appealed for help the all of the nations and people of the planet Earth.

Help us to combat these invaders before it is late of more.

Angola, clandestine government

"Will it be true?

It consists thereabout that Sonangol acquired most of the apartments of the future Towers of Carmo, (in Luanda) where the cheapest unit patrols the million of dollars.

MORRO DA MAIANGA

To confirm more east "investment" of the national petroleum, the question that is put starting from this hill he has to do with the destiny that Sonangol intends to give to the luxurious apartments that he will have acquired. Will it be to improve the conditions of their modest executives' life? "

To Occident of the Paradise (81). The May 27 is in the forge. Lucas introduces me the Commissary Politicize of FAPLA.

Mauro grew quickly. Now the great subject was her feeding. He started to feed of chicken broth that it was the only thing that she got to arrange. Due to the bad feeding he began to have problems with the teeth. I sent an appeal to my father in Portugal to send food for child.

I was surprised when somebody appeared coming of Portugal with a box with goods. He was Aurélio's father that I greeted half embarrassed. My father knew from her arrival to Angola and he gave him the order. He got to return but nobody of the family would come. He came to manage his company. I asked how they were whole and particularly Marta:

- Marta commented on that you deserved better.

He referred to the facto of the Tina to be black. I was surprised with the statement but I preferred not to do comments. He noticed:

- I already saw that her wife has the house well arranged and organized.

- She was governess in a pension.

- I thought that one of those that don't know how to do anything went.

It would be always more or less like this. The prejudices of a white one to live with a black they would continue, they would never end.

The May 27 is in the forge. Lucas introduces me the Commissary Politicize of FAPLA, Bakalof, recently coming of USSR. He drove a jeep of small box, of yellow-toasted colour, where in Lucas' company we gave some turns for the city. Lucas tells in confidence me that he considers me a person fastens. Sometimes Bakalof invites me to leave. The destiny is always the same, the island of Luanda. No matter how much it tries, Bakalof avoids any dialogue about the situation of the country. In the company of some beers try to provoke on him the widespread war that the country faces. Bakalof prefers the silence, or he just answers with a smile. I never got to obtain him any comment.

The man seemed extremely reserved. Tired, I gave up on putting him any subject. We removed some together pictures. In spite of a lot to insist with Lucas that also wanted a copy of those pictures, that desire was never me satisfied.

I am going to the regular meetings in the Vila Alice. He seems there to be disorganization more and more salient. No longer have directives existed as habitually. The situation I think confused. He tried to change impressions with somebody but it didn't get, nobody called. I was marginalized. I simply discoursed that they were to move away militant. Didn't they want whiter?! Very concerned with this state of things I spoke to Lucas. He is shown enigmatic:

- Did you already see, if of here the some days we find ourselves face to face, and does one have to kill the other? Neto is already old. We have to change the Old for a new one. Us front North is that we struggled… Nito is our boss.

He didn't tell me anything else. But the warning was clear. Some thing would happen. And as they despised me that meant that they moved away me of MPLA.

I went for the last time to the Vila Alice, and I gave them my uniform and the pistol.

To Occident of the Paradise (80). One of my students is Irene Neto. It is very intelligent as the father.

- What is the one then that he brings it for here?

Intrigued with his physical complexion diverted him the answer:

- Do excuse, does he practice some sport?

- I practiced weightlifting until there is little time. Due to the tasks present I stopped doing… but he tells me that intends.

- It is on my wife - the Tina - she is almost to give birth...

- Frankly, that is subject for a hospital and me am not midwife.

- But, doesn't he know that the people of mixed-race childbirths are despised? I don't want to run risks.

- That didn't know.

- But it is the pure true.

- He hopes will already treat of that.

He sought during one minutes until that he found a book:

- Look, this book will help it. It belonged to a person of my family. It was written for who lived in the bushes, far away from the doctors. They have a chapter dedicated to the childbirth without doctor. Excuse but I cannot waste a long time, because I am to prepare my classes for tomorrow.

- Is teacher?

- Yes, in Salvador Correia. One of my students is Irene Neto. It is very intelligent as the father. To the beginning they took her of car. But Agostinho Neto put an end to that. He told him that the rights are same for all. House salts as all of the students and you take a sandwiches.

- Did Agostinho Neto make that?

- In spite of everything it is very human. He already happened during a course in that it went with her escort, he saw a wounded and it interrupted the march for helping. Now I have been very concerned, because I am to prepare slides to do projected to the first trainees of the petroleum’s that are going to Italy. So that they don't leave of here without the now notice knowledge.

I studied the book well in the chapter dedicated to the childbirth. When the hour arrived got ready to be my son's midwife. I extended a big cardboard in the ground. The Tina opened the legs as it determined the book. I put a pot with water until her to be lukewarm. I prepared the diapers and a razor blade no previously used last in the fire to prevent infections, and a lemon.

It was the first childbirth that did in my life. First he appeared the head of the baby and later the shoulders. I put the two thumbs in the extremities of the vagina and I made quick pressure, avoiding to hurt the newborn baby. This would help the mother, and it would also serve so that the fabrics didn't become torn. The shoulders appeared. The most difficult was made. The newly born suddenly jumped as a fish out of water. I held him very daintily and he gave the first life signs... he sneezed and he cried.

Mauro was born. I measured two spans of my hand and with the sheet I cut the umbilical cord. I bent it to the middle and I rolled up line with little pressure. I put a lemon drop in each eye for to disinfect. Then it was the first bath to be properly clean. The towel and the diapers were under the responsibility of the Tina.

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To Occident of the Paradise (79). In brewer Cuca the chemist is banished

Agostinho Neto wanted to gather with all the coordinators of the action groups in the Dona Amália. We were already there to her wait. He arrived, the enclosure was very tight. I was in the middle of our group. He would have to pass for me almost leaned. He walked, he made a quick stop and for moments in the we looked at each other, eyes in the eyes. Then it stared me of high to I lower. I don't get to imagine what he would be to think.

Lucas prevents me that the state actual of the things was not good. The reply Agostinho Neto is going growing. The dissatisfaction in relation to the whites and mixed-race is evidenced. It alerts me for this facto. It tells in confidence me that it didn't go to this that we struggled. Who struggled went us, the ones that were in the first area. Who suffered went us that were north in front. MPLA owes us that, and we are not to see anything.

They are well-known the new classes and the inversion of values. The comrade continuous raisin to give orders. The medical comrades - finally all the technicians - they pass to bureaucrats without any value. In brewer Cuca the chemist is banished, because her work is only to prove beer. The one that he makes any one of us can make it. Due to that the production stops. All of the services want to be equipped with new things. Cars don't lack, they last little time due to the maintenance lack, or to the constant accidents owed to the excesses of the alcohol. A ministry still with their typewriters IBM, impeccable, he abandons them and it imports new models. In the Newspaper of Angola a machine deteriorates in Porto of Luanda. Nobody wants to know. They brag that the country is very rich, and that everything is just one more or less a barrel of petroleum. The era of the consumerism is inaugurated. To the stores of the people the Brazilians get to export large bottles of mark wine invented at the last hour - monastery - that was a chemical poison that put a lot of people in the hospital. We passed to designate him mortar. Another tactic of the Brazilians was get to export salt for Angola in packings of glass whose label said: Garlic with salt.

The Bulgarians take advantage of the wave and they export glass glasses with fruit compote.

They care thousands of secretary's calculators with incorporate clock. The calculator worked linked to the net and for the clock they were necessary two batteries. It was the great consumerism. He UNTA - our syndical headquarters - democratic forces us to discount a percent of our wage. We never got to know the given destiny the those moneys.

The Tina is about to give birth. As they alerted me that in the hospital are dangerous the mixed-races childbirths, because they consider the blacks prostitutes, the mixed-race children's childbirths are to kill, I decided to ask aid to her brother-in-law Figueira.

It received me in her located apartment to a hundred meters of the Provincial Commissionership of Luanda. Aquino - it was as soon as called her - after informing that it came recommended by his brother-in-law Figueira, it invited me to sit down. It was loud and robust, very muscular. It was noticed that practiced some sport. For the aspect he would walk close to the fifty years. The atmosphere to our turn showed notable disorganization. Books on the whole side, some almost on top of plates with remains of the meal of the previous day. The towel of the table was plentiful of powder. Some empty bottles of whiskey spread indicated that Aquino was a good drinker, just as Figueira I had prevented myself. It was also evident that there was a woman's lack. Aquino began the dialogue:

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To Occident of the Paradise (78). They ordered me at night to stand guards in the prison of São Paulo.

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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Government world of idiots

This is the time in that the idiots finally got to take the power. They are in everything… and on the whole side. It is only to see what happens in the bank activity. And I believe that they put any thing in the water to turn the docile people, as the lead dogs.

To Occident of the Paradise (77). And in Huambo they burned alive catechists with the Bible.

But the things for us were not anything well. FNLA came with a great force to destroy Luanda and to kill us to all. We trusted Agostinho Neto so that there was not a great slaughter. After all he was our great Boss.

I approached our situation with Lucas and he told in confidence me:

- Don't worry about that, the Cubans already Benguela arrived and some come to foot.

- But Luís Almeida (director-general of the information) it guaranteed to the international broadcasting stations that we don't have Cuban in Angola.

- Don't link that brute. He knows there what says. Does he look, do you know it what is that to 9th Brigade did when it moved forward for the North?

- Not.

- The time passed steal her cars that found for the road. Those comrades of the 9th brigade are the maximum.

A friend of Lucas approaches and we proceeded to the presentations.

- He looks, this white one is of ours, he treats him well.

Then with a small laughter:

- This is of Malanje. Everything that was white including priests, didn't escape anybody. The malanjinos are terrible.

I swallowed in dry, Lucas continues:

- It is shovel, FAPLAS where the first thing that they do arrive is to drain the whole drink that they find. Shit, but that great drunks. And in Huambo they burned alive catechists with the Bible.

Of facto everything that was Church and priests was to move away. Everything was confiscated them on behalf of the people. They transformed the churches in barracks. I believe that that was to owe to a sentence of Marx. "The religion is the opium of the people." But does it can some people to survive without religion and moral?

The South Africans intend to invade Angola and to drop the power, putting Savimbi in Agostinho Neto's place. But before strong resistance and found difficulties retreat. The victory is celebrated broadly.

Mr Figueira in the height of her shaky one definitive comments on me the South African invasion:

- You are wrong; the Americans ordered them that they retreated. Good, it arrived the hour of my departure. He told the administrator that you are a good staff and he makes a lot of necessary in the company. He told him also for us to caress him. You should be part of the management and to win in agreement with that. These individuals don't have scruples. If he doesn't accomplish he resigns. Do like this. Be never a long time in the same company, it will be like this quickly capable the to manage businesses. And the Tina, do you like her even?

- Yes, I like her a lot.

- Does she attract him sexually?

- Yes.

- Then he will have with a priest and ask him to consider that the children of the Tina are legitimate children... children of that marriage. They know as doing that. If I was younger was still one more times. But no longer I have patience to stand this. Like you it is young, be. I spoke to a brother-in-law that walked in Coimbra to study with Agostinho Neto. He is very influential and any thing that needs, will speak to him. But he has a care mouthful because he likes alcohol a lot. You were made to himself. There he has my home of Portugal to write me… good-bye.

The tears came me to the eyes. He was the only sincere friend that he had. Again it lost one more friend.

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To Occident of the Paradise (76). You don't go, because the blacks don't like whites and they will kill you.

I put the situation to MR Figueira. As one of their friends left definitively, and her apartment was very located, where it was difficult to steal clothes, me, the Tina and her daughter Dina, house we changed. We were in the fourth floor of a building of five. We found two tables that left, and with two mattresses, blankets and some utensils that we brought, were those just our belongings for the great adventure of our lives that approached.

During the trainings in the field of São Paulo that they finished, a detail woke up me the attention. To see mixed-race was difficult, and the only white, I believe that it was me. They gave us a blue uniform. Lucas offered me a pistol very beautiful Czechoslovakian, but I never shot a shot with her. We were called for the last graduation, in one afternoon where were given us weapons. To proceed we would protect Agostinho Neto in the proclamation of the Independence of Angola.

In the Square May 1 everything was prepared. At midnight of November 11, 1975, Agostinho Neto "before Africa and the World" proclaims the independence of Angola. It was with other friends in the protection of their backs, when everyone begins to shoot for the air. Some shots dangerously made pass over our heads and presidential tribune. We received orders to run with that people. We went in her persecution, them we moved away them and little later everything returned to the normality.

Before, the Tina implored me to cry:

- You don't go, because the blacks don't like whites and they will kill you. That it will belong to me and of Dina. Don't forget that I am pregnant.

After the ceremony we went to Rangel and Sambizanga to verify and to watch if acts of vandalism or anarchical shots existed. There were some, and where appeared went for there, and we imposed respect and order.

However, Lucas insisted on attending and it introduced me a beautiful girl with a provocative mini-skirt that it was dated of Xietu. Then, we went to the Field of the Revolution to attend the great party. An immense crowd danced without stopping to the sound of uninterrupted music. Nobody provoked disturbances. The only disturbance - if we can call like this him - it was the high sound of the music.

About six in the morning I returned near the Tina and of Dina. I found the Tina to cry because of the shooting of the celebration of the independence. She hid under the table of the kitchen, and she regretted for thinking that it would be already dead. She didn't get to sleep to think in what would do alone without me. Therefore it was very happy when I arrived.

The other day I went to work usually. For transport lack I was to foot. For the road I noticed that there was not a single white. Nobody upset me or it insulted. Therefore reasons didn't exist to have fear. It was calm because I never did badly to anybody. If he had it done certainly somebody would worry.

New blow (organized Crime in the banks)

Dear Gentlemen: Open the eyes

These thieves are too much every time try to improve more.

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The attackers are joining with workers of banks and agents of the UNITEL to do the blow. The involved bank workers they investigate companies with frequent movements, they remove the signatures of the bills, as well as number of telephone of confirmation of the risings of companies or individuality.

There it begins the party, the telephone number is past for the employee of UNITEL, that blocks the card for her time and he removes Monday saw of the same card, at this time the bank employee he already made a request of notebooks of checks, later they pass checks in bulky values, on behalf of strange people. When the agency of the bank to call to confirm the values, he assists one of the members of the net being done to pass for subscriber of the bill.

The blow of cancelling the telephone number they do in a period of twenty-four hours. The following day the victim's telephone passes the to work usually what does to think that it was a technical flaw of the UNITEL. At this time UNITEL is with several processes to the backs the they be well educated for the tribunal.

These thieves are to give this blows to several companies and individualities. In the second fair June 14 already one was dismantled net that made the same blow.

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To Occident of the Paradise (75). Agostinho Neto that intends is to end with the whole Western influence. There will be a great bath of blood here.

When in these circumstances one of them arrived, I asked him he got to collect some thing. The answer was to raise a hand to give me a plated. Faster than he held him in the arm, I looked well at their eyes, and I implied him that if it tried some aggression gesture, one of us would not be alive. He landed the receipts of the collections on top of the secretary, and he left without telling any word. The beginning of a great symphony on the anarchy was to be composed.
Figueira attended the scene. Impassive, dew, let off steam:
- The one that afflicts is me that everyone in this country lost the common sense. The ideologies destroy a nation. He had consideration for Savimbi, it thought he was the only that he had more conciliatory positions - he is very intelligent - but has just destroyed everything, because it freed arrested of common crime in Huambo, and that is incompatible for a man that intends to defend and to impose the justice. This country is lost. Good, I also took the decision of me and my family abandons Angola. But I won't do as all do. I will leave of here calmly after the independence, with the small same suitcase with that here arrived.
- Mr Figueira, and Agostinho Neto?
- Agostinho Neto that intends is to end with the whole Western influence. There will be a great bath of blood here.
Her wife arrived, she heard part of the dialogue and she increased:
- Figueira, our friend Diógenes Boavida is also a great militant...
- He could not leave of the being. All know that I eat lawyer is a nullity. The worst lawyer than it existed in Angola.

However, Lucas is going occurring me the point of the situation:
- He looks, tomorrow Xietu - Boss of the State-larger of FAPLA - it comes here to render a homage to our boss of the mechanics. They are friends of long date, and the boss of the mechanics was militant in the secrecy. It is attentive because I will come personally to Xietu.
He makes a pause and it considers:
The António Jacinto is the minister of the Culture, but as it is white thought it is still early for that. It should be named later. My brother-in-law will be named minister of the Work. As we are friends that is good for us.

In the pension it was the general stampede. Me and the Tina we were alone, but not for a long time. People came is not known from where, that immediately occupied the abandoned facilities. They didn't have coexistence notion, and their habits left a lot to want. They made the meals in any place. Inside or out of house they were pots and dispersed plates on the whole side. The garbage increased. The sewers stopped working because the people threw everything for her interior. The obstructed sewages broke out and a flow of rotten water became habitual company. And they came more people for a space than no longer it supported more nobody. And they tried to invade it all the moment our privacy.
The worst happened when to middle of the night thieves came for us to steal us. The Tina noticed, she left and with a long conversation that maintained with them, they left to laugh.
I spoke to the Tina and she told him that urgently would have to leave this place, because we didn't have any safety. She was opposed arguing that her things that there were yours belongs. But how to remove them if the house was already busy?

Electric terrorism

Luanda. Again the electric power accompanies the total and complete chaos. When this mother of the misfortune fails, he is always to fail, they pull the generators of the idiots of the badly parked invoice of meter to meter.

The atmosphere is poisoned so that it won't be surprised the evacuation of thousands of inhabitants for us to escape to the death for poisoning. For the sponsor's delight MPLA, and of their foreign friends, the such of our GDP that it is always to grow. That curious: the poverty and the hunger also accompany this hallucinating rhythm.

Then, MPLA accomplishes like this main program: to exterminate us.

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To Occident of the Paradise (74). In Portuguese they say for the whites be. In kimbundu for us to run with them.

The other day already they knew, somebody saw. In these things it is difficult to hide. There is always somebody as the mice to watch.

Besides the Portuguese the Tina spoke more two languages, the kimbundu and the umbundu. It alerted me that in the radio MPLA in Portuguese said a thing, and in other kimbundu. And it explained to me:

- In Portuguese they say for the whites be. In kimbundu for us to run with them.

Mr Figueira promoted me to first bookkeeper and I went to manage the area of the rent a cars. They were twelve, and fast I noticed that they stole them pieces. I went to have with the boss of the mechanics and I gave her bill of the occurrence, but him little he could do. The first car that I rented was a couple, two days later shattered it. They married, and after the party with the effects of the alcohol, they left the highway, they entered for a back yard, they collided with a wall. Ribs, legs and broken arms. Bad beginning for the independence. Another car that I rented, the driver proceeded for Malanje in the crooked deal of the diamonds. He didn't have luck, they murdered it. The car when it arrived was full of dry blood and larvae on the whole side. They lacked him several pieces.

As if everything this was not enough, the administrator's son recently near of Mozambique it diffused in any car, and he didn't feel knowledge. I tolerated the sector during some months, until that the Figueira spoke to the administrator and it put her son there. As we didn't have anybody in the administrative services, we were forced to play all of the instruments. Like this, we worked in the invoice, in the bills, in the accounts department, in the mechanography, in the department of staff. It was very heavy but we gave care of the message. Besides these tasks it also distributed work for the components of the action groups. He made this lying with a block of notes. This sometimes lasted to two in the morning. Of course woke up very tired.

Then the trainings came. Agostinho Neto wanted a special force - the ODP-organization of the Popular Defense - for protection of their backs in the day of the independence, and to protect the city of the vandalism. He insisted that if he didn't repeat another Congo.

For several weeks we trained in the field of São Paulo. The preparation was given us by a former-command of the Portuguese Army of which no longer I remember the name... Paulino. Naturally that the trainings were prepared to command. Few days lacked for the great day. It arrived home and water there was not. He slept all dirty, full of powder because of crawling. It was a very preoccupying situation because the lack of water continued. Three days before the great party it pulled down a great shower during the night. We took advantage the water of the rain and we made reservations. We were clear.

We had two collectors whose function was go the customers near and they collect what owed us. They went out in the morning with a collection relationship and they returned before the bolt of the file. They complained that didn't get to collect almost anything, because where she drove was not there anybody. Figueira called the customers, and these said that he didn't appear for there any collector. Of facto the collectors always appeared drunks. The time started to drink at the bars. They stopped respecting the elementary rules of the work.

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Did it burst the bubble in Angola?

There are signs on the part of the private newsstand related with the possibility of we be already before an explosion of the real estate bubble that he was formed at the Angolan market where the construction of the square meter got to cross the 9 thousand dollars.

The problem now is that the promoters that were obligated the banks near are not to get to sell the apartments and the offices at a price that allows to reimburse them their credits. The banks that financed the projects already began to see "squids" as regards to badly stopped credit. Still nobody assumed the explosion, but facto in this height can be said that the banks already stopped financing new projects. In morrodamaianga.blogspot.com

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To Occident of the Paradise (73). Under excuse that was of the Jehovah's Witness, they arrested the man for several days.

Without staffs we did what were able to maintain the company. He stayed convict that Agostinho Neto had enough staffs to substitute the lack of the Portuguese. It was just a subject of time.

However they were the personnel's nominated two staffs that they remained for us to drive the mechanics and the office of the workshop. This didn't delay a long time there. Under excuse that was of the Jehovah's Witness, they arrested the man for several days. We believed that would be dead. But he later appeared and it told us that happened:

- During the days that I was arrested he rarely ate or he drank water. They beat me with a cutlass; they left my backs well kneaded.

And he lifted the shirt and it showed the marks of those plated of the cutlass. Easily we discovered the reasons that took to the man's prison. A militant one took possession of her car. Another was with the incomes of the workshop.

Two other workers were also nominated. One for the department of agricultural furniture’s, other for the fuels and lubricants. The pieces of the tractor’s disappeared mysteriously. The fuels and lubricants were stolen to the view of everyone. MPLA had information of these behaviours, and very laughable, as sanction they were later to occupy functions in the Headquarters of Party, alleging that they were not robberies but yes orders of Party, because no longer private property existed and everything was of the people.

Once in a while a close grenade of us fell. Two of them were really inside of our facilities. What to do? As Lenine would say. With UNITA and FNLA out of Luanda, thanks to the support given to MPLA by the Portuguese communists, the date of the independence approached.

The Tina decided to do me a general offensive with all the weapons that it possessed. She called me the alone ones and she lifted the skirt. It showed me her surrounded vagina of full dark and coiled hair that reminded the flowers of the mystery of the mythology Bantu. In the centre, the pronounced furrow and chestnut tree seemed a very tempting Angolan chocolate that it is not savoured, it is eaten.

- Dear, it is not beautiful? Don't you like?!

- Yes, it is very beautiful… it seems a chocolate.

- Soon at night will have at my room... I am to your wait.

I went to have with her as combined. I knocked on the door. She opened her and it was excused:

- He waits for one more mouthfuls. I am to see if I get to fall asleep my daughter. It seems that it is distrusted. When you come the open door is the sign.

I waited and the sign didn't delay, it arrived. I entered and she closed the door. She was just with a transparent short skirt and with the hands put in her sex, but they saw each other clearly some hairy places that it didn't get to hide. We sat down in the bed. It crossed the legs and it was to look me maybe apprehensive of my reaction. I tried to remove her hands of the legs but she didn't accept. I made him pressure to uncross the legs but it resisted. I insisted and she murmured:

- I am with shame.

I tried to move him in the breasts but it refused:

- I don't like that move me in the breasts.

I caught her breasts and I tried to suck the nipples:

- No, no, in the breasts I don't want. He already said. I become very upset when they move me in the breasts.

- Done reason want?

- I don't know how to explain. I never liked that. Don't make noise except her wakes up.

She lied down, she opened the legs in an irrecusably invitation. While we made love, he tried to play her in the breasts. It moved away my hands with force. After the finished loving dream she asked me:

- Did you like?

- I like chocolate a lot.

- And I like milk a lot. You are a jester. You have a lot of chocolate here. He sees there don't destroy if the teeth. Now it is going you although, because if my boss's wife knows won't like.

To Occident of the Paradise (72). since then they labeled me: "that I was communist", and as such they marginalized me.

The conversations to the table, as they could not leave of being, they were about the situation that lived her. Opinions were changed on one of the many official reports of MPLA that affirmed... "And like this our people continue in the poverty", and that it was necessary to end with the musseques. He defended this position, but with very care, because he took a risk to take a great beating. Since then they labeled me: "that I was communist", and as such they marginalized me. They told me after the Tina began to like of me because it was the only that it defended the blacks. But I didn't pay attention to the comment.

And new messages appeared:

- The Tina likes you a lot, she says that you are very beautiful, you know how to speak well and that you are not a racist.

After the insipidities that I passed, it was not of sloping moment for loving subjects.

And the Tina passed to the attack. In the morning it was the last to leave. While it took the small-lunch, she was in front of me of backs to wash clothes in the tank. With a mini-skirt almost for the middle of the legs, once in a while she bowed so generously that the fabric arose so much that she discovered the nakedness of her behind of attractive and very sensual buttocks. Then she turned and with a roguish smile she seemed to wonder if I liked or not. And the feminine blockade continued daily.

As he stayed unyielding she passed the other tactic. When it served the lunch - there was not dinner - all the other guests had a steak in their plates, I had two. An egg for the other ones, two for me. Two hotdogs, four for me, etc. Some guests pointed the finger for my plate in air of joy. They called the Tina and they asked because only I had the double of the food, and her very serious:

- It doesn't arrive for all!

Of course the guests didn't accept the justification, and to laugh they asked again explanations, and her enigmatic:

- It suited like this, tomorrow it can be any other one… Ah! Don't upset me!

The comments started to be more directs:

- But don't you see that she likes so much of you what to it puts in your plate the double of the food? Because it is knowing that that woman is worth more than thousand white.

In the work place I was surprised with a news. The two administrators had been arrested and taken for the field of the Bullfight. As coordinator of the action groups asked for explanations the some members. And they elucidated me:

- They were arrested because they offered vehicles to UNITA.

I thought about to go to Vila Alice's delegation and to ask for us to loosen them. But I changed of ideas, because certainly it would also be accused of connivance and prisoner. The other day they loosened us. When they arrived looked for me as if I was the author of the feat. The era of the justice of the popular power was in the peak. Summary justice.

However all of the department bosses left forever. Some for Portugal, other for Brazil, South Africa, Rhodesia. The boss of the sales said good-bye with a small assembly and without you eat in the language with Mein Kampf (my fight) of Hitler, very visible and with the fixed glance in me loaded of hate prophesied me:

- I am leaving because of the shit communists. They will be all died. Without the whites they won't manage to do anything. They will die all to the hunger. And the last to leave that it turns off the light.

Terrible prophecy that later would be rendered, but they didn't get to end with the communists.

The one that broke said me invariably more or less the same thing. "That the very false healthy blacks. That the malanjino for drink betrays everything and all. That the best way to work with this people is to give them to understand that he trusts them. That a white to be here only if it goes commanding of MPLA. He meditated and it concluded that these whites are really great racists.

To Occident of the Paradise (71). The boss's wife's cousin came to accomplish the military service and as good follower of the colonial flock, he left

The pension was improvised, typically colonial because it existed and he survived of the military and civil waves that populated Angola, it supported fifteen guests. Of property of a couple of Portuguese that they saved it more than possible in the expenses that kept for the definitive return to Portugal. The husband worked as manual in a quarry in Cacuaco, the wife was of the aristocratic class of the domestic vulgarity. He dominated them at all the colonial urban lack of culture. There are already fifty years that the end of the life waived her victorious.

The Tina was the only maid that took care of everything. She made the beds, the meals, the purchases… she was the maid for the whole service. It looked for there twenty-five years. Thin, high, breasts small, natural, sensual. Natural of Kilengues, factory of the more beautiful women Angolan women and maybe of the world. A mwila of the ethnic group lunyaneka, what is the same as to say, very beautiful. She got to go from vacations to Portugal with the bosses, but she admitted that it didn't like the idea. It was in Alentejo, where it scared the children because they never saw a dark person. And they screamed for the mothers: we "saw a devil!".

The boss's wife's cousin came to accomplish the military service and as good follower of the colonial flock he left him a daughter without father that now was three years old. They told him to go for Portugal but she didn't accept due to her nationalism always latent. After educated in the Island of the Priests of Luanda she was absent for her birthplace. Upset and scandalized due to her western religious education, she went out of there with a son that gave under the care of their parents.

She returned because her husband had several women according to the saint's tradition Bantu commandments. She didn't support that life that contradicted Jesus' saints teachings, she walked and it ended for coming to stop to the pension as if it was a monastery. The wage earnings was miserable because the instituted power decreed that the blacks should never ascend besides laundresses, servants without value according to Holy Mother Church precepts: "everything that goes black it is slave of the eternity of the Lord."

Before such low political condition sustained by the religious conspiracy, even so the siblings when they visited stole her that they were able to her.

However, the daughter almost stayed the whole time in the courtyard, caged in a type of big bed. And so that the child became distracted once in a while, I removed it of the cage, but she ran to the mother's encounter that impeded it of working. It was for that that prey stayed without the undertaking of any crime. After all, he is still considered a crime for who is born in this world.

To Occident of the Paradise (70). and I looked at what remained of the house of the people of FNLA. He seemed a coal pit.

I saw the badly stopped case, I feared the worst. But it would not be like this as easy as the crowd he thought. I got ready for the fight beside my friend. Would my life end be like this? Well then, that it went him.

In the last moment he appeared a patrol of the Portuguese military police. We screamed for them. Some entered in the bus; they saw the sad show and the extremists dispersed. The bus continued trip, without more incidents. This left me very shaky. With determination this country is very violent. With incidents like this, it would be impossible a peaceful transition for the independence. But more incidents happened us and in her we survived. I have faith that miraculously.

We were at the movies Tivoli to see a film. The right line was discovered. Somebody threw a grenade in the yard, and the splinters they were projected in several directions. We were close of that area. They were visible the marks of the splinters in the wall close to our chairs. We didn't suffer any damage. However the film continued.

The intention was deliberately to provoke the panic. In another subsequent occasion, in an end in the afternoon, we went to the boarding-house when I heard a sound the one that had become used to already. Suddenly I dragged my friend for the ground. We heard the blow pass over our heads, and in front an explosion in a house. It was a projectile of RPG7. We survived thanks to my instinct.

It also happened in the Avenue of Brazil, when to foot we went to the coffee Palladium. We were close of the house of the people of FNLA. A group of military of MPLA decided to devastate their facilities. With RPG7 and automatic weapons the shooting was so intense, that we just had time for us to take refuge us in the closest door. The buzz of the candies and the blow of the fragments of the mortars were constant. Until it seemed that the shooting was driven for us. They were endless moments. I think we were already wounded, but he didn't see blood leave our bodies. The shooting stopped. Faplas left. I looked once again at our bodies. Without a scratch. I don't know how it was possible. We left our hiding place, and I looked at what remained of the house of the people of FNLA. He seemed a coal pit. Everything darkness and made holes in on the whole side. This house of the people finished their functions ingloriously. The wars are the easiest thing than it exists. It is just enough to carry in a trigger or in a button.

Due to the confrontations, the victims increased as a virus that she went disseminating and for which there was not cure.

We went to the African League where went out a funeral with bodies murdered by white extremists due to the intolerance reigning, the one which no longer he had solution. The destiny was Santana's cemetery. Afraid he said for us to go us away, because the blacks certainly for revenge they would kill us. My friend tranquilized me: "Are you afraid of something? I know them well. They won't make us badly any."

Incorporate in the funereal procession there we went. I admit that it was afraid. We almost arrive her at the cemetery were already thousands of people. And the only whites were us. Did my insecurity increase with fear of at any moment to be stabbed and done shoot for the holes open, and mixed with the coffins who he would give for that? But that great surprise. Nobody mistreated me or it insulted. On the contrary they treated me as brother. Starting from here I felt very confused. After all Black Africa had a lot of surprises. He has just demystified the famous savagery of the Angolan blacks. After all it was a people peaceful, simple and humble. As all of the people just wanted that they left them alone.

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To Occident of the Paradise (69). it is not being hit of the houses of the whites that it removes this people of the poverty.

They admitted me that Marta had some faintings in the work place. That if it didn't feel anything well. She and the family went to Portugal, leaving the abandoned house.

However MPLA throws the word of order of the constitution of the popular power. All want to have car, and they be rich with the spoils: "We have to steal everything to the settlers because the one that they have is ours. They already explored us a lot. Now who orders are us."

The doors and windows of the houses, the gates, are started for us to make bonfires and to cook. Chickens and pigs live together with the people inside the houses. In a few days they present such aspect of abandonment as if there nobody didn't live. In the buildings the panels with the bell buttons and mailboxes he vandalizes. Inside the stairways the switches are also vandalizes to do business. The Figueira fans the head so before picture Dantesque, so primitive: “It is not being hit of the houses of the whites that it removes this people of the poverty."

Who doesn't treat the one of FNLA and the one of UNITA for siblings, and the one of MPLA for comrades, he becomes suspect of belonging to the contrary side. They take a risk the they be arrested, died, whipped or they take a brutal beating.

For the whole Luanda the noise there was been of hammering. They are the Europeans that prepare their boxes for in them to put yours have, and later to transport them to Porto of Luanda and to embark them heading for Portugal.

Lucas, a political ex-arrested of São Nicolau arrime, free. Figueira makes the presentations. It was used when it was arrested. In the first dialogue that we maintained I noticed that before speaking, he was careful and he chose the words before answering. I noticed that he had a culture something solid. Our dialogues started to be constant. We spoke - as it is natural - of the Portuguese and Angolan revolution that it seemed a copy of the French Revolution. The certain height told in confidence me that white progressive like me they were necessary for MPLA, and that in political prisoner's quality would be easy my entrance in the movement. It was necessary - it accentuated - that existed action groups and I would be the coordinator. It would be formed a committee of place action to control everything and all.

After the events with Marta went to stop it a pension in Maianga, through a friend of my friend treasurer, where that friend was also accommodated. He was alone like me. We passed to walk always together. After the service and an end-of-week we frequented the coffee Paladium in the Avenue of the Combatants. It was natural of Angola, and he admitted me very convict: "Happen what wants that it is, we will never abandon MPLA."

He was very informed. It prevented me to be careful with FNLA because they walked some vehicles Mercedes in pursuit of the whites. Who had hair and big beard like me, they connoted him as commander of MPLA. Kidnapped and later executed briefly and the abandoned body in any side.

It took me in the bus for the neighbourhood of the head to visit an uncle, that wanted to speak with him before leaving. Ready to arrive the bus is forced to stop for a crowd of white. They invade him and with clubs they beat in the blacks. My friend gets up, I accompany him, and he screams them: "Leave us alone. You leave although and later we that were are that will stand them and to suffer the consequences."

The crowd hesitated, but one of them that he seemed to be the boss insulted us: "After all they are you that destroy this shit. White children of the prostitute that defend the blacks. They will also take, children of the prostitute! "

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