Hoje era dia de sair. Já estava há quase 4 dias isolado no Terreiro das Bruxas e tinha coisas a fazer numa cidade com centro de emprego. Apenas ontem percebi que a Covilhã fica 15 km mais perto daqui que a Guarda. O destino estava traçado e as missões eram muitas, mais propriamente 12, sabendo de antemão que seria difícil realizá-las todas. As que tinha a fazer na Covilhã eram prioritárias.
Na chegada fiquei boquiaberto com a densidade de árvores e plantas em todas as ruas. Casas com arcadas de pedra e até o Shopping parece estar enterrado numa selva. As pessoas aqui têm mesmo o culto do arvoredo e jardinagem. Bastante comércio, ruas a subir e, aqui e ali, uma vista deslumbrante lá para baixo da Serra.
A primeira paragem calhou ser no Lidl onde um senhor muito engravatado, mesmo a tremelicar, me fez um croqui com o caminho para o centro de emprego.
Na sala de espera não resisti a meter conversa com os presentes e foi agradável ver como um clima de silêncio pesado se tornou em algo mais descontraído. E é tão fácil como um : "Onde fica o...?"
Fui atendido por uma senhora do Montijo chamada Carla que ficou tão tocada por encontrar um conterrâneo que nem estranhou o engenheiro que procura um part-time em educação ou como auxiliar de jardinagem.
Sendo já um pouco tarde mudei os planos quanto ao almoço, e ali no centro, optei por um vegetariano com um menu muito em conta. Fui tão bem recebido por um rapaz francês e a sua mãe filipina que já falam muito bem português. Deram-me inúmeros contactos de gente da permacultura, incluindo a quinta a que estão associados e deram-me também a conhecer um encontro que vai haver na universidade acerca de economias alternativas/locais onde a rede que falaram vai estar e eu não vou perder. Também dão sessões de meditação grátis às quarta-feiras. Saí tão extasiado do restaurante que até parece que não tinha saboreado a comida, que estava óptima. Querendo mas sem procurando podemos tropeçar no que precisamos. Fui beber um café para a praça central apreciando a vida (pessoas) a deambular pelas pedras da calçada.
Não pensem que quero voltar para a cidade. As meninas das caixas que se comportam como robôs, os semáforos que não podem ser ignorados, o cheiro a gasóleo queimado ou os consumidores com um olhar estéril continuam a ser detestados logo nas primeiras impressões. Mas gosto do efeito que a solidão tem em mim ao tornar-me uma pessoas mais aberta. E a ser uma cidade, que seja assim, a brotar verde por todo o lado.
Estava tudo óptimo mas havia mais para fazer. Bricomarché, Maxmat, Worten e Continente. E deixem-me dizer-vos: Já não me lembrava o quanto mau é o Continente. Tudo ensacado, tudo espanhol, até os carrinhos são detestáveis. Com um design super espacial mas sempre a baterem-me nos calcanhares. A certo ponto, apenas com umas maças e uns kiwis no saco, pensei em abandonar o carrinho e ir-me embora, mas já não tinha tempo para ir a outro lado.
Fui ainda a duas casas de tubagens e uma de electricidade. Nesta última, encontrei um senhor caricato, chamado Carlos, com quem criei rapidamente uma química engraçada. Disse-me que estava a fazer tudo mal e deu-me quase um curso de como montar uma rede eléctrica em casa. Foi de tal forma intenso, que tivemos de fazer um intervalo, pois já estava uma fila de pessoas para serem atendidas. Trouxe um orçamento e agradeci bastante ao sr. Carlos.
Regressei já depois das 7 com o sol a bater no cume das serras. São apenas 30 km, como do Montijo a Setúbal, mas com paisagens de sonho e se trânsito. Vim de coração cheio, ânimo renovado e a certeza de um até breve Covilhã.
Today was the day to go out. I had been isolated for almost four days in the Witch's Land and had things to do in a city with a job center. Only yesterday I realized that Covilhã is 15 km closer than Guarda. The destination was traced and the missions were many, more accurately 12, knowing in advance that it would be difficult to carry them all out. I gave priority to the ones to do in Covilhã.
On arrival I was blown away by the density of trees and plants on every street. Houses with stone archways and even the mall seems to be buried in a jungle. The people here really worship the gardens and vegetation. Plenty of stores, streets going up and down and, here and there, a breathtaking view down there from the Sierra.
The first stop was at Lidl, where a very well-dressed gentleman, even trembling, made me a sketch with the way to the job center.
In the waiting room I couldn't resist to talk with the present people and it was pleasant to see how an environment of heavy silence became something more relaxed. And it's as easy as: "Where's the ...?"
I was attended by a lady from Montijo called Carla who was so touched to find a countryman that didn't even get surprised by the engineer who is looking for a part-time in education or as a gardening assistant.
Being a little late I changed my plans for lunch, and there in the center, I opted for a vegetarian with a cheap menu. I was so well received by a French guy and his Filipino mother who already speak Portuguese very well. They gave me numerous contacts of permaculture people, including the farm which they are associated to and also let me know of a gathering that will be in the university about alternative/local economies where the network they mentioned will be and I won't miss. They also give free meditation sessions on Wednesdays. I came out of the restaurant so ecstatic that it seems like I hadn't tasted the food, which was great. Wanting but not looking for we might stumble on what we need. I went to drink a coffee in the central square enjoying life (people) wandering the cobblestones.
Don't think I want to go back to the city. Cashiers who behave like robots, stoplights that can not be ignored, the smell of the burned gas or consumers with a sterile look continue to be hated at first impressions. But I like the effect that loneliness has on me by making me a more open person. And to be a city, so be it sprouting green everywhere.
Everything was great but there was more to do. Bricomarché, Maxmat, Worten and Continente. And let me tell you: I no longer remembered how bad Continent is. Everything bagged, everything Spanish, even the carts are hateful. With a super space design but always bumping on my heels. At one point, with only apples and kiwis in my bag, I thought about leaving the cart and go away, but I didn't have time to go anywhere else.
I also went to two shops of pipes and one of electricity. In this last one, I met a charismatic gentleman named Carlos, with whom I quickly created a funny chemistry. He told me I was doing everything wrong and gave me almost a course on how to set up a power grid at home. It was so intense that we had to take a break because there was already a queue of people to be attended. I brought a budget and I thanked Mr. Carlos much.
I returned already after 7 with the sun beating on the summit of the mountains. It's only 30 km, as from Montijo to Setúbal, but with dream landscapes andf no traffic. I came with the heart full, renewed mood and the certainty of a see you soon Covilhã.
Today was the day to go out. I had been isolated for almost four days in the Witch's Land and had things to do in a city with a job center. Only yesterday I realized that Covilhã is 15 km closer than Guarda. The destination was traced and the missions were many, more accurately 12, knowing in advance that it would be difficult to carry them all out. I gave priority to the ones to do in Covilhã.
On arrival I was blown away by the density of trees and plants on every street. Houses with stone archways and even the mall seems to be buried in a jungle. The people here really worship the gardens and vegetation. Plenty of stores, streets going up and down and, here and there, a breathtaking view down there from the Sierra.
The first stop was at Lidl, where a very well-dressed gentleman, even trembling, made me a sketch with the way to the job center.
In the waiting room I couldn't resist to talk with the present people and it was pleasant to see how an environment of heavy silence became something more relaxed. And it's as easy as: "Where's the ...?"
I was attended by a lady from Montijo called Carla who was so touched to find a countryman that didn't even get surprised by the engineer who is looking for a part-time in education or as a gardening assistant.
Being a little late I changed my plans for lunch, and there in the center, I opted for a vegetarian with a cheap menu. I was so well received by a French guy and his Filipino mother who already speak Portuguese very well. They gave me numerous contacts of permaculture people, including the farm which they are associated to and also let me know of a gathering that will be in the university about alternative/local economies where the network they mentioned will be and I won't miss. They also give free meditation sessions on Wednesdays. I came out of the restaurant so ecstatic that it seems like I hadn't tasted the food, which was great. Wanting but not looking for we might stumble on what we need. I went to drink a coffee in the central square enjoying life (people) wandering the cobblestones.
Don't think I want to go back to the city. Cashiers who behave like robots, stoplights that can not be ignored, the smell of the burned gas or consumers with a sterile look continue to be hated at first impressions. But I like the effect that loneliness has on me by making me a more open person. And to be a city, so be it sprouting green everywhere.
Everything was great but there was more to do. Bricomarché, Maxmat, Worten and Continente. And let me tell you: I no longer remembered how bad Continent is. Everything bagged, everything Spanish, even the carts are hateful. With a super space design but always bumping on my heels. At one point, with only apples and kiwis in my bag, I thought about leaving the cart and go away, but I didn't have time to go anywhere else.
I also went to two shops of pipes and one of electricity. In this last one, I met a charismatic gentleman named Carlos, with whom I quickly created a funny chemistry. He told me I was doing everything wrong and gave me almost a course on how to set up a power grid at home. It was so intense that we had to take a break because there was already a queue of people to be attended. I brought a budget and I thanked Mr. Carlos much.
I returned already after 7 with the sun beating on the summit of the mountains. It's only 30 km, as from Montijo to Setúbal, but with dream landscapes andf no traffic. I came with the heart full, renewed mood and the certainty of a see you soon Covilhã.
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