CHAPTER II
LISBON
We were camped at a wood hut. For us to enter had to go up a stairway also of wood with some steps threaten to collapse her. A long time that fell in them was not long. The right pulse was with a sprain that my mother cured with water almost to boil and salt for many days. She took a bath the pulse, later it put a coin in the bone and a bondage to force him to return to her place.
Our hut, there was close to other also of wood that served as grocery store. The customers in her majority were entitled to credit, and the free times passed drink her. He saw her that the place did part of a mountain because to arrive we had to arise for a steep street.
Almost to a distance kilometre, in the beginning of the mountain it was the main street where some brick houses existed. There was also a grocery store with walls of brick that had television. To a hundred meters to the left a barber's shop that had many magazines where it started the largest of the time to read them. As they were almost all of cowboys read them quickly. To read more I managed to do friendship with the barber's son and I drained the reading… there was not anything else to read. When it rained the streets a lot were mud what hindered us walking.
My father got job in the Portuguese Aerial Transports, TAP, as employee of cleaning in the airplanes. He began to bring several things that they were used on board, especially food and cakes. The hunger finally ended for us. In television it passed the film Danger Man. To get to enter in the grocery store he had to be very sly, because the proprietor didn't want that we occupied space in vain. Of the few times that he got to see a mouthful of that espionage film, when the house returned and as there was not light, he was frightened immense with the shadows that he thought they be spies that wanted to kill me.
Our house conditions improved because my father got that will live for the housings that were very close. These were already of brick and the much better hygiene conditions. But it would not be for a long time, because the proprietor will proceed to her demolition to build buildings. However my father bought a portable radio, our first radio. It was a party. Until a shelf it was built on purpose only for him, and my mother made him a fabric covering for protecting. It was treated as a treasure of the other world.
He knew that the place where we lived had Old Prior's name. It was a place where still a lot of olive trees existed. Due to the exodus rural, a lot of people as us vineyard for the surroundings of Lisbon, and the olive trees the little and little disappeared, giving place to constructions on the whole side. We changed again of house and we went to a group of three located housings in a close summit to the brick grocery store.
The proprietor was the same of all of the close residences, and it already built near one more building them, but these would also be demolished to build one more building. The man in spite of already to be rich, it was very austere. He didn't drink, he didn't smoke, he ate little, he walked with poor clothes, he didn't have woman, just a maid, because as he admitted didn't want to spend money with women, and he slept at the unfinished buildings to save.
Image: construction of the Old Prior's church
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