My daughter was telling me yesterday that I tend to regularly inject my African memories into my daily routine, and the truth is I can't help doing it, not so much because I miss being in those far away territories but because some of the experiences I went through in some of those countries, namely Angola, have had a bearing on the way I see things nowadays.
As I was watching a photo exhibition organized by a Human Rights Organization, I came across a photo taken in 1997, depicting an Angolan family, underneath which was written as follows "(...) our interview was interrupted by two plain cloth policemen and we spent the rest of the day in a police station and finally got transferred to an immigration office (...)".
Engaging into conversation with anyone who could eventually reveal the real situation in Unita invaded areas back in 2001 would arbitrarily lead to police retaliation or having to pay a fine as in accordance with the seriousness of the "crime".
Taking photographs of Angolan statues, rivers and even the sky without having requested previous written authorization (with the exception of Agostinho Neto's mausoleum, which could not be photographed), was subject to pecuniary penalization or subtraction of the camera involved in the "crime".
I went through this situation and for having taken a picture of the sky soon after my arrival to Sumbe province, which I was visiting for the first time, I had to deliver a pallet containing 20 Cuca bottles (local beer) and 4 bottles of wiskey to the emigration leading officer, in order to have my camera back.
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In 2006, I somehow changed my opinion about the whole system, which policemen always seemed to be involved in, when I was stopped for over speed limit, whilst walking down Luanda bay.
It sounds unbelievable but it is true.
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"Opportunity makes the thief "or is it the necessity that leads to it?
Note: Two paintings I bought in Luanda in 2006
Das poucas lembranças que trago da vida, África é a saudade que mais gosto de ter!
ReplyDeleteDeixo-te este poema de Francisco Fernando da Costa Andrade que para mim simboliza a alma do povo angolano.
Dádiva
Sou mais forte que o silêncio dos muxitos
mas sou igual ao silêncio dos muxitos
nas noites de luar e sem trovões.
Tenho o segredo dos capinzais
soltando ais
ao fogo das queimadas de setembro
tenho a carícia das folhas novas
cantando novas
que antecedem as chuvadas
tenho a sede das plantas e dos rios
quando frios
crestam o ramos das mulembas.
...e quando chega o canto das perdizes
e nas anharas revive a terra em cor
sinto em cada flor
nos seus matizes
que és tudo o que a vida me ofereceu.
BELL GARCÍA