To Occident of the Paradise (39). In an it was written: “More forest is been there had been there had arrived."

The days passed and Vera Cruz continued in the secular marine route. On board nothing had to mark. The routine was distressing, excepting once in a while the distraction that the flying fish provided. One of our non-commissioned officers informed us, that when we arrived to the area of Ecuador would feel climatic change due to the heat. Of facto it was like this. The hot time settled on board. The more we navigated; we felt the discomfort due to the humidity that was glued in our bodies. Luanda approached.

CHAPTER IV

THE WAR

Luanda, Angola, August 9, 1971

We moored. The stairways, making to remind a drawbridge went down. While we went down for earth, some ladies of the Feminine National Movement offered us a case with a lighter, the famous - Ronsom of the prick - a brush, a tube with cream to shave and some sheets that cut everything less the beard. After a short trip to Grafanil, we were awaiting the MVL-movement of Quick Vehicles, made for civil drivers that would take us to the destiny in trucks. The beds were made of cement and just kept by a ceiling cemented also. Almost outdoors. The discomfort was evident.

The trucks arrived. One more trip bound for Quibala of the North of Angola. I went in a truck that carried part of our belongings. I got solve me on top in a seating place of the load. Very uncomfortable, I settled the best than it was possible. We stopped in Caxito. I was surprised with the amount of children that they asked for us something. I threw them with some packages of cookie of my iron ration. We continued trip. The landscape to our destiny had grass very loud. I saw the mysterious baobabs for the first time. The asphalt had already finished, we passed for hoses whose branches beat in the vehicle. I took advantage and I picked many that it went eating for the road.

Now they were pricked that constantly did to swing the truck. To continue seating he became a great discomforting. As we penetrated for the dense bush, I began to think that we were in earth of anybody, because if it didn't sight any house, nor himself. And if it burst some mine?! Or if we were attacked, because the place was ideal for that? Instinctively I held with more care in G3. I concentrated on the noises and in the movements of the vegetation. The trip never again ended. He went literally all party, exhausted... finally we arrived. For a horrible year this would be my new house.

We were received with great party, because the company that we will pay awaited impatient our arrival. They had finished her service commission. They called us of parakeets due to we be inexperienced in these adventures. Two posters called me the attention. In an it was written: "More forest is been there had been there had arrived." In the other: "Our force is the rice with hotdogs."

The hard faces that it observed presented fatigue, precocious old age of veteran. The non-commissioned officer Moreira instructed me, that the veteran ones awaited me in the position of radio for me to receive the equipments and the handling instructions.