I got the farm

I remember the day I symbolically got the farm. The name of my, my parents and my ancestors, farm was/is: «Farm of Angel». It’s a big farm in an area/country of small ownerships.

Two or three years after Portuguese revolution, I was working the farm when, a person, better than, a very good person came the farm in and talked to me vividly ideas of revolution. I, standing the ground, answered him was in disharmony with revolutionary ideas! In three seconds I saw in his face, in the first second, astonishment, in the second, a great confusion, and, in the third second, the acceptance!! In these three seconds I symbolically got my farm forever!!

And I must say this:

This person and his nephews would die defending me and my parents!! They would die!!

I would do the worse to defend them!

The worse than!

 I swear!!