Catapult/slingshot

One day, me, my brother and two colleagues, we passing by the police headquarters, all of us, we carried slingshots! We know how it is easy breaking glasses with slingshots on the neighbourhood. But us, little fellows, we didn’t know!! And the astonishment of the police commander, of our town, standing out of doors, was great when he saw four fellows pass by, and without fear and dread of an official!! The official called and bade for us to seat before his desk. He talked about of everything with the dangers of throw stones with a slingshot and we heard dutifully. After, he let us go away and with the slingshots but the play with this toy, I don’t know how, it changed and turned unpleasant!! How it was? It remain to say that this headquarters police was the one we came when the fighting on the students’ bus happened and it only was distant one hundred metres of my house!!

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Boy-scout

When I think how I was and what I am now I think over my time how boy-scout. Our boy-scout movement leaders used to peep on the backs of our ears for seeing if we bath, if our nails were short, if we combed the hair, and so on and so forth!! On my first boy-scout camping the rules were so much that I cried when my parents went to see me and I begged come back home!! The rules were excessive and the incentives? Now that I am an adult what was wrong? I wasn’t wrong so: what was? When I came living in my grandfather’s farm the incentives were discovered all by myself!! There I had plenty of work, plenty of fight with hunters, hunters’ dogs, hunters’ guns (I had two different guns aimed and leaned against my head), gipsy hunters, thieves of our farm production and I lived there for twenty five years! My grandfather’s farm was big, without bordering walls and there was a rule: here, there can’t be strangers in the farm!! And I was the keeper with three big dogs, three Alsatian wolfs. There has always been plenty of work, fight and bravery. All by myself today I am an audacious and stout man! So: what was disconcerted? What was mistaken?

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FACIM

Agricultural Commercial and Industrial Market of Mozambique was a fair that attracted many people. I recall, mainly, the posters of cattle, the cattle and the agricultural machinery of the fair. We entered with bare hands but we came out loaded with tons of advertising sheets so beautiful how: a gyratory calendar for twenty years!  It was a fortnight of intense excitement and the heralds were everywhere. It was located beside the sea in the most beautiful avenue of the town.