Desideratum, by Gil Gonçalves

(to

Patricia Martinelli)

You are sad

inconsolable

uncomfortable

I don't find more

the silences

of their enigmas

looks

You are of future

sulky

You are to navigate

far away from the sea

in the dryness of the time

and of finding

look

Certainly it desires

medicine for all of the moments

and annual stations

without windstorms

Yours to live it is replete

of seasonal dreams

Everything seems composed and anxious for windstorms, such human storms aggressive, of inhuman. And the love so manufactured, so unusual, so materialized, as the climates, altered. As the inconstant persecution of the thieves in the wounded streets, because no longer more bread exists. All finally walked for the space. And in the nights the human wild animal get off their darkness dens and they come unfastened, they in the illuminated streets for us to rescue what spoiled them. No longer there are cities, now they are bank agencies and mortuaries.

But the youth's whiteness stays unalterable in the delivery, in the charms of the slavery and of the destinies of the love. It is always wait us steep staircases and closed doors in the mystery of the besides the locks. So much invented noise, unusual just so that our hearts faint in the without time of the friendship, such disposable thing. And the human shouting that in the altitude of the amplitude crosses the highest mountains. To do noise is also business.

And so many millions of people that walk seeking don't know the something. It is over there if they are in the exhaustion of the they live for us to consume tons of sedatives. And the children uninterruptedly regret her because their mothers became exhausted indefensible, in the inertia, without they console them.

Our thought is frequently besieged by the message that it is necessary to get something to eat, and we continue the great explosion of the big bang accordingly. We were born of an explosion, then our character aggressive, warlike.

I continue in the incessant search for among countless religions, which it is the one that it serves us, that can feel some usefulness. But I don't feel some difference between them and any dictatorship, but however I am fascinated in the encounter with divine God. Both have the same sinkings and contritions, and the abyss where they intend to behave there is already a lot was dug by the human asperity.

He lets to surround you for the green, he loves the plants intensely, and he offers them your best friendship. He worships the rivers, the seas, the mountains, the eagles, the hawks, and the other families. He lets to caress you for the dew of the evening and of the dawn. He leaves that the rain is slippery for your body; it seats you as rainy cascade to travel the medium furrows of the leaves in apotheosis. If you want to reach the fullness of the freedom, it extends your soul to the splendour of the liberation of your nature and of the Nature.

It is this just the love that still remains you. That your fight is never a lost battle.

The Lost Kingdom

To govern is very easy… it is enough to fake that teaching exists to have an illiterate people and easily submitting to the slavery.

He removed the dust the files in the Torre do Tombo of Lisbon when I came across a surprising manuscript.

King’s João V from Portugal, that reigned from 1706 to 1750, lived luxurious of the ships that arrived and they unloaded gold and Brazilian diamonds. He was the gods' king. It crucified crusaders' hundred and twenty million in the Convento of Mafra. The tithe to the Church of Rome crossed two hundred million. The Aqueduct of the Free Waters?.. Did the people pay. A king that still influences kings presents-day because they copy it, they supplant it. Unsatisfied, King’s João V wanted more wealth, what proves that the more are had more it is wanted, and it ordered the preparations of three ships bound for western Africa, in the drift of the robbery, in the draft of more gold and diamonds.

The equipment of the ships finished that captained for Mr Fuenteovejuna, they had left the wharf in a sedative morning. They used the practice of just the captains to know the destiny of the trip. They arrived at the islands of Cape Verde; they made the Turn to the Square, later they were at the mercy of the good winds steering for south. A lot they navigated and they tacked to the encounter of a great storm that would be said awaited them. The vacancies didn't vacate the ships that of undone agreements lost the desire, the being of good peace. Rain and windstorm intensified that forced the ships release her the hands, and they leave the route as countries badly governed. Inauspicious days was happened to efforts for if they don't move away, for us to continue as lovers, but in vain, the ship captain lost them the figures. The admiral of the sea ocean Fuenteovejuna, was not surprised when it was sailed that he walked to the drift. Just as the men that make war, the sea also gets tired and it appeases. The dance of the visible universe was proceeded and one tired sailor loosened something similar to a scream:

- Earth to the view!

- Praised is Our God Mister! - The captain that increased cried out:

- We will repair the devastation of the storm, to renew the provisions and knowledge where we leaned against.

Exhausted, they lied down in the fine sand of the imaginary paradise. The vegetation more it thickens and the sun broke up with her furnace, what took Fuenteovejuna to prophesy:

- We arrived to the country of the sun!

The kind invitation of the Nature was savoured to beat indolence, but the delight was not been long because of the shadows of the vegetation some dark human beings, covered with chocolates appeared. One stands out, it raises the hand in execution sign and Fuenteovejuna asks him:

- Where are we, who are?

- Watula! (We already arrived) they greeted the native ones in her language.

Fuenteovejuna, to James Cook in Australia, wisely it explains to their men:

- My gentlemen… it seems that we are in the kingdom of Watulas!

He saw the uselessness of her conversation because the native ones didn't understand it. It was sketched, he made an effort and not to care. Suddenly a youth, a nativity of extraordinary beauty that makes a disconcerting statement appears:

- I understand your prose.

Fuenteovejuna looked gluttonous for the youth nativity, as somebody that didn't eat anything there is a long time. He wondered, he admired her, it took off her mentally, and it looked twenty-five years. Colour of clear chocolate, reminded a statue of lost goddess, the to very sought by the Argonaut, a legend of the wonderful charmed islands that no sculptor had still sculpted. As a dream never travelled, found, never revealed. The nude breasts, erect and nipples of maddening any hominidae, suggested that has just docked in the lost paradise. To already cover her the sex she announced, it printed the wonderful invention of the bikini. Fuenteovejuna forgot about God because it felt a chill of terrestrial passion go her by the centre of the body. He snored:

- My name is Fuenteovejuna, as it is that you know my language?

- My name is Kufundisa, (to do justice) and your prose learned in the computers of the Dollars.

- As this kingdom is called and who are the Dollars?

- This kingdom, now calls her Ajimbila, (they are lost) and the Dollars govern us, they oppress us... the Dollars arrived in some special ships here with white people, the one that our people dully call gods and that colluded with the absolute king, Ka Ubu (the eternal) they reduced to zero us the souls. Our children precociously know that the victory of the death is right. We don't have food; we don't have nothing… we are zeros… for us to survive we fled for the jungle. All of the wealth of our kingdom are for the Dollars, for Ka Ubu and her tribe.

- And don't you riot?

- He doesn't give, because Ka Ubu and the Dollars have many guards, a powerful army and many sophisticated weapons. When they pick us, and as we are of the opposition, they make such sorceries that we disappeared and the murderers are never discovered. They also extract a liquid, the one that calls black gold, and it is with him that they move the machines of the Dollars, and of Ka Ubu's tribe. They also extract many diamonds. We are some million and we died from hunger… never endings, condemned to the unfortunate galleys. The one of Ka Ubu are always at parties, and he has some machines that call themselves radios, and they extend us the temptation of the invitations for her alcoholic marathons. On those days we drank a lot and eaten zero. Our people on those days uses the pastime of the spree. The only ones that they struggle to our side, that they support us a lot they are the Eclectic. They have a radio, but it is almost clandestine. They support our ideals of justice and equality for all. They are a true radio of Kalunga. They spread the revolutionary embryo of the evangelisation, the fraternity, the love, and they announce… they shout, they always utter the truth. The atrocities of the Dollars and of Ka Ubu they are denounced opportunely, but they don't leave that the sign of the radio goes very far. When the Eclectic try far away the sign and to pass the right to the information for all, they accuse us of malefaction, they arrest us, they threaten us, and if necessary they free us for the parallel universe of the death. They also negotiate many adventurous foreigners of the worst… malefactors for us to pursue us, they explore us… nor our traditional black-people's hut the one that they call cottages escapes. Ka Ubu loses interest of our lives. We survived diving in the prostitution. Ka Ubu appreciates my beauty a lot, I got to flee her of the harem but at any moment fear to be recaptured… he wants me to be her wife, but no I accept, I don't like him… nobody likes him!

Fuenteovejuna, after hearing everything that beautiful Kufundisa said, kept a deep silent, later he clouded over and it cleared up:

- My spectacular beauty …

- Ah! Thank you very much…

-… Kufundisa, supported you to re-establish the peace, harmony, justice, so that there is not more hunger in this kingdom.

- And how will you make it?

Fuenteovejuna didn't feel well. The sweet disturbed him opened her the soul. Of course had other intentions. After the adventure, if it finished satisfactorily would eat, it would suck the whole body, the beauty of Kufundisa. He decided:

- Do we go parliamentary with the Eclectic, so that they spread to her radio for whole the kingdom, that is the most important… and as for the weapons that use… do you have some idea?

- Yes! I will speak to the dad Akakakula, (to give the first food to a child) he was our king… it continues very kind, our people like him a lot. It was dethroned due to Ka Ubu's ambitions and of their friends Dollars.

- Kufundisa, have to spy the facilities of the Dollars and Ka Ubu. Some men are going with you, later we will idealize an attack plan.

- Yes! I will keep eternal gratitude for everything that you do for our freedom, for our people… but please you don't expose yourself too much!

They looked at each other for a deep moment in the universe of their eyes. They felt the inevitable sorcery that it attracts the two races, the two wonderful colours. The effect of the sorcery was fast, they hugged each other, they kissed each other in an impulse of falls of Kalandula, overpowering of lost desires, to await the promised future, wounded in the anguish of so many waits.

Later, Kufundisa getting confused with the jungle, she met with her father Akakakula, and the boss of the Eclectic, Mutongi (fighter). Akakakula presented Fuenteovejuna some weapons used by Ka Ubu's guards and of the Dollars. However, the spies sent by Fuenteovejuna also if they gathered them and they gave the point of the situation.

After Kufundisa gets to instruct the handling of the weapons properly, and of Mutongi to promise support in her radio with words in code to the resistant ones, he settled that the primordial objectives would be the liquid, call of black gold. Without this liquid, Ka Ubu and the Dollars would cry embittered.

They occurred several attacks with success. Ka Ubu and the Dollars worried, because they saw the immense wealth flee them as sand to the wind. Ka Ubu summoned one of the many viceroys immediately and it demanded him:

- Who don't know is from behind of this?

- No, my king, I don't know!

- That morbidity…

Ka Ubu had to demonstrate her anger, dissatisfaction, and the best for a king is to see the cholera in his face, to scream, and he screamed:

-… her morbid one, it can only be that cursed of Kufundisa, and of her father, that opposition Akakakula.

- Without my doubts king! Mutongi of the Eclectic is to pass a message in the radio of him of Kufundisa… she says that there is a lot of corruption in the kingdom, and that will take the power with the foreigners' help.

- Foreigners!? Who, the Dollars!?

- No my king, they are not Dollars, they are other exchanges.

- Other!?.. Who!?.. Does it confiscate me Kufundisa and her damned father. It is going you and it turns you with her… damned unlucky!

With the aid of the Dollars it was facilitated immense the boss of Ka Ubu's guards to capture the sweet, soft Kufundisa. Already in the presence of the tyranny, the hard life is resounded:

- Already anything I illuminate… because of you damsels whitewash kingdoms, empires… now in my kingdom a revolutionary was born. You and your Toussaint l'Ouverture! I will give you he tortures of the nipples that you will never forget.

- Oh it is! And that torture of the nipples is that?

- Kufundisa, don't omit me, you know that I wish you, that I have all of the women that I want. You are the elect, the privileged, and the princess of my harem! In this kingdom everything and all of the women belong me, and you are not exception!

- No!!! As an ancestor said: until that the lions have their own historians, the hunt histories will continue glorifying the hunter. We are bodies to the wait in your slaughterhouse!

- Guards, remove me of here this tsetse! Prison with her! That the whip she caresses!

In the prison, the enchanters backs of Kufundisa burn with the fire of the whippings. The blood of the injustice drains him because they will always exist many unjust oceans and almost none fair streams. But Kufundisa was very crooked because nor I lament, groan, request of mercy osculate.

However, Fuenteovejuna and their friends become aware of the prison of Kufundisa. The revolt spreads, it reaches the peak. The Eclectic with the help of the popular ones extended the sign of the radio to the whole kingdom, and they denounced that Ka Ubu and their friends Dollars got ready to the surrender. The situation the boss of the Dollars that tried to negotiate with the in revolt ones, but in vain. Ka Ubu, feeling is only scraped for place of uncertainties, for a kingdom friend's habitual exile. A pressure group led by Fuenteovejuna devastates the prison and it frees Kufundisa. The two now lovers take advantage of the situation, they jump she, hug each other, they kiss each other endlessly. Kufundisa is of tracks.

- My love got! Oh! As you love!

- Also me… without your courage nothing of this would be possible!

He recovered Akakakula in the throne. Mutongi king of the Eclectic saw to her radio definitively. Songs, praises and drummed Kalunga were proclaimed, intoned, spiritualized. A time of darkness had finished, and an information for the without voice had resumed. The education, the progress of the kingdom was democratized. Akakakula proclaimed the new kingdom with the name Azériua. (They are happy).

Fuenteovejuna left, he was an adventurer, he left Kufundisa with a son. It went to America tracking Francisco Pizarro, Fernando Cortez, and the elixir of the long life of Ponce of León… where there is El Dorado’s, mysterious cities of the gold, there will be and never of there will they leave.

It didn't delay that they contributed Azériua the ships with the missionaries of the evangelisation, of the sword of the dilapidation Adventurers and gunmen were happened in the tireless search of the question: "where is the gold? " and the native ones answered: "here no, but there a lot, very far he has" Black Africa is, it will be the eternal adventurers' destiny.

Still today in the density of the jungles of the Golf of Guinea, some more-old ones hot of the bonfires in the cold nights, they count the children the legend of the people of Azériua.

To civilize is to destroy with the petroleum of the minorities, most. He only brings us sadness, poverty, hungers.

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Romeo and Juliet. Based on a true fact

The man that doesn't read good books doesn't have any advantage on those that cannot read them. Mark Twain

They are not the Laws of the Universal Gravitation. It is the universal attraction of two human bodies, that if not being able to places, they stay in the tombs of the totalitarian regimes. The dear guides immortal leads that illuminate the roads of the hunger. There is no conditioned, only gentle conditions for adventurers.

Romeo and Juliet fell in love, they were dated. I don't eat those that date and they do a mere occupation of that for the time pass. They loved each other for besides the winged mountains of their souls. A lot for besides the universal attraction of two terrestrial bodies. Their hearts were abnormal because they were possessed by the high voltage of Tesla, that provoked them loving short circuits. They didn't notice that they built a divine ship, and in her they embarked in a parallel universe, far away from the unalterable human laws.

Romeo, twenty-one years old and Juliet with sixteen were neighbouring, and it has been two years that bloomed in the courtship. Her father didn't know, to know was not able to. They studied, the future prepared. Romeo lived with an uncle that supported him as an immense sea of roses.

They became distracted and Juliet became pregnant. More natural thing us that they love each other. That gives to the other, what receives the consecrated semen, that later it germinates as winning life, in a beautiful one or in a beautiful one, always awaiting the suits and eternal fertile glances of affection, that peep it before and after the brutal contact with the human predators.

They unfastened in her love that already felt maturity. The responsibility that they accepted, in the everyday infidel. Romeo reminded him:

- Darling… I find better undo the pregnancy.

- Yes… I also thought already about that my love!

- You know… some medicines that sell thereabout… I think they are efficient.

- Already volume some… with my friends' help… everything will run well. I wait like this for him!..

- I agree with you. We studied, and at this time we don't have conditions to support a being that will be born, and for which don't have means of sustaining, to feed. It will be one more hungry person. Who will support us? Certainly you will be banished of house. Where? And me? What am in an uncle's house?!.. Will we stop studying. It will be our end… if this kingdom planning a calendar of national consensus… a support program to young like us, that would be very good, as that it doesn't exist, it will never exist... until a nobleman of the real university it almost destroyed it because of a lover. I don't conceive that our teaching can be a deceiving pastime.

- Romeo… I perfectly understand. Your concerns are the eternity of the fortress, of the certainty of our love. In spite of removing the sowing of my womb, that I only swore you to belong, it will continue keen of freedom for in him again you exercise. He plants in this garden of the homelike delicacies, the seed of our universe. You will see the fruits tasty, homelike later that you will fall in the paradise of your hands.

And the life in the laboratory of Juliet expanded, she felt as the fish in the water, it grew, it shuffled, it was reborn. Concerned, but very romanticized, as if of their lips they were born torrents of jasmines, and the perfume incinerated her lover in a lake of tears of pansies.

- Romeo, Benedictine, blessed, blessed love, I don't feel well. I think I am with malaria.

- I will seek help.

- It is not worthwhile. Nobody will help us. We are just young that love each other. Who does worry about that? He thinks about that my tenderness, my pure essence, and everything will be exalted!

- I trust you, in your celestial root, head office of imperial love.

Juliet felt in a confused sea, she didn't run her of feature. As growth of mangroves that oppress, carpet the margin of the marine soul, of the natural protection. The youth of her strengthened body, always appropriate for any to jump obstacle, in tide of roses always taken care, watered, and that in the forgetfulness he dries off, without watering. But that later receives the water of the life. He gets up again and he sings the aria of the Choir of the Fallen ones. He doesn't forget the final representation to the Creator of the love. The flower with and without pain, always feminine, uterine, capable for the fecundation.

Juliet felt her jasmine plant flower jasmine-mango wither. In spite of very perfumed didn't get to shine. She threw the last request of help maybe.

- Please… it takes me for the maternity.

Romeo didn't know as obeying. What to do of the and in the time, what to think. It felt the sun turn off. It was mechanized as fortune-teller in the maybe the hazy lover's last desire.

- It is well… you don't leave the jasmine of our spring of the life to wither.

- Not! Your floral one will never wither. It is rejuvenated… he already rejuvenated the ecology. Always very awake… for you open.

It arrived at the maternity and it was given to the intensive cares. He sighed; it sought the life that lacked him, of the only that he loved her. In the exterior, Romeo awaited impatient. Maybe it went just one more of those gestures, symptoms that usually the women feel during the pregnancy. But the time passed, and you announce them, he felt, they were uncomfortable. It felt a sparkle in the brain. As if somebody was her to send a message. That strange... it was the first time that felt such in her thought. He seemed a nightmare. He woke up startled. He didn't wait, it went up the stairways pushing, not caring with whom he appeared him for the front. He knew where she was. It parked and he asked:

- Juliet…

The doctor's look predicted that the being of having faith if it didn't shape. He felt to move for the glacial time. The physical geography made dizzy him, with their phenomenon physical, biological and humans. The doctor got to discard:

- It died!

Unhappily it is just with this word that the people of everyone, that they work in the areas of health answer. They are too habituated to the death. As if they bought any product in an any supermarket. They savour with the comfortable largest a good savory-snack to the foot of a corpse. To savour the death is her profession. It seems that they lost the feelings. They just seat the people as any object. While they work are serviceable. When they don't serve us, the destiny is the dustbin, the one that calls cemetery. Sad reality and end of perishing.

Romeo disappeared. He stood back of the reality. The loved of her life… without her? Will mistake be? No! He saw, it felt that she said goodbye to the wall of support of the life that collapsed. He didn't breathe. He remembered that when we left the dynasty of the candle relating to experience didn't breathe. He felt the tenuous calls that remained the soul of her love, already in the departure endless.

Romeo!

They dreamed me that he would discover the Road

that everything would be revealed me

lament! I didn't get

I leave you my last sighs

they are going to you. Everything sees so darkness

he seems night. That moonlight, in this so I find strange place!

And however so beautiful. I see somebody very far

that he hurries. He levitates for me

Romeo! I am afraid! Ah!.. you are you!

don't stay. They come my ardour

it welcomes you in my open arms

He still wanted to live a lot

but they didn't leave me

they don't leave anybody to live

It just remains us the sleep, the eternal dream

of our unhappiness.

A tremendous interior fire travelled him the body. The decision of such cruel death to expiate the guilty conscience that felt… the revenge to an inhuman society. A revenge to the world that didn't know how to welcome them. He acquired the certainty that is not fast more to live. But, it was not him that committed the crime. Unhappily in the epidemic kingdom it is prohibited to love. Everything is prohibited. The noblemen have legal authorization, inquisitorial. Just a thing is not prohibited… the death. In the animal kingdom he is permitted everything. To live to steal, to live to die to the hunger.

He diffused in a container. It was in a service fuel and it filled it with gasoline. He entered home usually, nobody suspected of their intentions. He closed in the fourth well locked. It sopped the mattress with gasoline, he lied down and he caught it fire. The fires took care of her body. A family one feels smoke signs. He tries to open the door of the room, it doesn't get. They wore out fifteen minutes to drop the fortification. They took it fast to the hospital. The burns were intense. Difficultly it would escape. Little later it came the end than it remains us. The invitation of the death was assisted. Happy for stealing one younger, it transported him for her eternal abyss. The last moments were a message of hope, for her Juliet. To who loved, as few know how to do. To the largest, purer and only love of her life.

Juliet!

I am about to exhaust

in the fires of the gasoline of this petroleum

In the darkness of the cold public safes

where keeps the fortunes invisible, insensitive

that they lead us to the death

Mine, our clamour won't be vain

somebody will listen, it will fold again this appeal!

In the shadiest night of the times

I will return, and together we will enchant, we will spread

the human perfume, of the humanity of our Love

Oh!.. My love… we will return!

to annihilate the tyrants that extinguished the love

I see forever finally!

your beauty and your love that follow me

Come! For our eternal home!

where doesn't exist nights

just our glorious Love

If fortune didn't have in the earth

the one of the sky will be our treasure

Your silence will be as an encyclopaedia

Ó Glory! Ó Glory! It follows us

she camps us always Love Victorious, Virtuous

I take with me the Ring of Nibelung

Of our love of the powdered gold

of the symbol of the initiation of the mysteries of our cult

Of the marriage that they invented, with the death married us

this connection that never somebody will separate

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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.

Source: email

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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