To Occident of the Paradise (7). my uncle insisted that language Esperanto should be the universal language.

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When I approached the exit of the forest heard somebody scream for my name. He was my grandmother that certainly concerned with my absence he feared the worst. Apprehensive I answered to her call and when she approached me caught me for the ears and it almost dragged me. It removed one of the wooden shoes and it beat me well until almost to get tired. I went to lie down with the very aching tail.

In the morning, my mother and my very concerned grandmother told me for never again to go to that place, to play just to the house foot, because more for far away there in the forest was very dangerous, and that the other people were also afraid. I spoke to them about what saw in the glade, there a lot in the bottom of the forest. They looked one at the other, and they were limited to answer that it never again went to that place, because there it was lived of the demonian. No matter how much he tried to know there the following days what happened, never nobody explained to me anything, they always stayed in the silence.

We already had more something for we eat, because my grandmother began to sell lupines, and as always she never forgot of us.

For this time, my father walked for Lisbon arrange better conditions for us. After near it took us of visit to my uncle in Tramagal. He was proprietor of a barber's shop, and for the road my father said that he was a great communist, and that he was very afraid of speaking with him, because we took a risk be her arrested. I never got to know if it was militant or no, in spite of my father to say that blanket meetings with the communists in her house.

But for the dialogues that it maintained, it was noticed that tried to increase the followers of Party Portuguese Communist. Near to the barber's shop we were received by my uncles and for my cousin Belita. While my father sat down in the chair for my uncle to cut him the hair, he immediately tells him that he heard in the Radio Moscow that the communists of everyone should join to end with the man's exploration for the man. And that Salazar should leave the power because Portugal was very late. My uncle insisted that language Esperanto should be the universal language. Like this the communism would be more easily understood all over the world. He tried to offer a copy printed paper in Esperanto to my father that refused him in a playful way:

- It never again rains!

While my mother talked with my aunt, my longings were for my cousin Belita. I went up the stairways and I found it to study. The first thing that I did was to diffuse in their books and to flee. His persecution, the screams and later the nervous cry alerted my uncles. I returned him the books full of pleasure for to see to suffer.

No we were long time; we said good-bye while my father announced that we would go shortly to Lisbon. He finished with his habitual sentence:

- It never again rains!

During one more times stayed in the Crucifix, always with the hunger in our company. Until that my father finally arrived and we went to Lisbon.

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