Estava a sonhar que tinha encontrado o Zezinho. Acordei com, o que penso ser, um rato a tocar no lado de fora da tenda junto à cabeça. Este gajo não desiste! (Não era a primeira vez). Ainda eram seis e tal da manhã mas estava preocupado. Já há uma semana que o cão desapareceu e depois de me terem falado em laços (armadilhas para javalis) junto à ribeira, despachei-me ainda meio zonzo, e lá fui. Meti-me bem no meio de uma floresta bem diversificada, mas nada. Regressei cabisbaixo. Estava na hora de ir à festa dos chocalhos em Alpedrinha onde iria encontrar amigos no mercado biológico.
No caminho parei para beber café e pouco depois de retornar à estrada, um cão apareceu como uma seta no meio da estrada. Travei a fundo mas o embate foi inevitável. O cão enrolou-se, ganiu e lá foi a coxear para local seguro. Parei o carro, meti as mãos na cabeça e perguntei: "Que caralho! Ando aqui a pensar num que me desapareceu e agora quase que mato outro! Que raio quer isto dizer?" Não encontrei o dono, e o cão, já sem ganir entrou mais para dentro de um terreno coxeando um pouco. Bem, não me parece mal. E regressei à estrada ainda a respirar fundo.
Alpedrinha estava ao rubro e não foi nada fácil arranjar estacionamento. No mercado, estive com o meu amigo Samuel da Covilhã que estava com o filho atrás da sua banca, com o Eric do Monte dos Carvalhos com quem partilhei a experiência da rega das árvores, com a Cristi que estava a representar a Ananda Marga e perguntou pelo Zezinho, com um senhor a quem comprei bagas goji frescas (já comeram?) e me disse que pouca gente consegue obter frutos, e com o Vasco com quem partilhei técnicas de cultivo e hábitos anti-sociais.
Nas festas, onde procurava algo para comer, a Emma, também do Monte dos Carvalhos, chamou-me para me sentar com eles, matar saudades, e comer um prego à Pastor.
Quando cheguei, já o Luís Espanhol estava à minha espera para ver como podemos reparar a mina, após ter desistido da ajuda do Joaquim Mandongo.
Como ele estava a pé, levei-o até à associação onde me pagou um copo. Cá fora, à conversa com o Sr. Orlindo e um Américo (emigrante), arranjei mais oliveiras para tratar, de modo a conseguir fazer azeite. Este último foi-me mostrar os terrenos e à parte das oliveiras tem também castanheiros, macieiras, pereiras, figueiras, nespereiras, kiwizeiros e videiras que todos os anos mandam os frutos para o chão.
Para quebrar a minha rotina solitária de tarefas no terreno, foi um dia bem cheio.
I was dreaming that I had found Zezinho. I woke up with, that I think to be, a rat playing on the outside of the tent next to my head. This guy doesn't give up! (It wasn't the first time). It was still six in the morning, but I was worried. The dog disappeared for a week, and after they had told me about ties (boar traps) by the stream, I was went there, still a little dizzy. I got into the middle of a very diverse forest, but nothing. I went back feeling down. It was time to go to the fair in Alpedrinha where I would find friends in the organic market.
On the way I stopped to drink coffee and shortly after returning to the road, a dog appeared like an arrow in the middle of the road. I braked strongly but the clash was inevitable. The dog rolled, whined, and limped to safety. I stopped the car, put my hands on my head, and asked, "What the fuck! I'm thinking of one who disappeared and now I almost killed another! What the hell does this mean?" I didn't find the owner, and the dog, no longer whining, went further into a property. Well, he seems ok. And I returned to the road still breathing deeply.
Alpedrinha was really busy and it wasn't easy to find a parking spot. In the market, I met my friend Samuel of Covilhã, who was with his son behind his stand, with Eric of Mount of Oaks with whom I shared the experience of tree irrigation, with Cristi who was representing Ananda Marga and asked by Zezinho, with a gentleman whom I bought fresh goji berries (did you already eat it?) and told me that few people can get the fruits, and with Vasco with whom I shared cultivation techniques and antisocial habits.
In the fair, where I was looking for something to eat, Emma, also from Mount of Oaks, called me to sit with them, keep the conversation up to date and eat a shepherd's sandwich.
When I arrived, Spanish Luis was waiting for me to see how we can repair the mine, after giving up the help of Dirty Joaquim.
As he was walking, I took him to the association where he paid me a drink. Outside, having a talk with Mr. Orlindo and an Americo (emigrant), I got more olive trees to take care of, so that I could make olive oil. The last one went to show me the land and besides the olive trees there are also chestnuts rees, apple trees, pear trees, fig trees, nectarines, kiwifers and vines that send the fruit to the ground every year.
To break my solitary routine of tasks on the land, it was a full day.
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A banca do Samuel - Samuel's stand |
I was dreaming that I had found Zezinho. I woke up with, that I think to be, a rat playing on the outside of the tent next to my head. This guy doesn't give up! (It wasn't the first time). It was still six in the morning, but I was worried. The dog disappeared for a week, and after they had told me about ties (boar traps) by the stream, I was went there, still a little dizzy. I got into the middle of a very diverse forest, but nothing. I went back feeling down. It was time to go to the fair in Alpedrinha where I would find friends in the organic market.
On the way I stopped to drink coffee and shortly after returning to the road, a dog appeared like an arrow in the middle of the road. I braked strongly but the clash was inevitable. The dog rolled, whined, and limped to safety. I stopped the car, put my hands on my head, and asked, "What the fuck! I'm thinking of one who disappeared and now I almost killed another! What the hell does this mean?" I didn't find the owner, and the dog, no longer whining, went further into a property. Well, he seems ok. And I returned to the road still breathing deeply.
Alpedrinha was really busy and it wasn't easy to find a parking spot. In the market, I met my friend Samuel of Covilhã, who was with his son behind his stand, with Eric of Mount of Oaks with whom I shared the experience of tree irrigation, with Cristi who was representing Ananda Marga and asked by Zezinho, with a gentleman whom I bought fresh goji berries (did you already eat it?) and told me that few people can get the fruits, and with Vasco with whom I shared cultivation techniques and antisocial habits.
In the fair, where I was looking for something to eat, Emma, also from Mount of Oaks, called me to sit with them, keep the conversation up to date and eat a shepherd's sandwich.
When I arrived, Spanish Luis was waiting for me to see how we can repair the mine, after giving up the help of Dirty Joaquim.
As he was walking, I took him to the association where he paid me a drink. Outside, having a talk with Mr. Orlindo and an Americo (emigrant), I got more olive trees to take care of, so that I could make olive oil. The last one went to show me the land and besides the olive trees there are also chestnuts rees, apple trees, pear trees, fig trees, nectarines, kiwifers and vines that send the fruit to the ground every year.
To break my solitary routine of tasks on the land, it was a full day.