Playing kite

When I was six years old, my mother, my little brother and me we travelled by air of Africa to Portugal. It was a four-motor aeroplane with blades and a big one: the old «Super Constellation».

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lockheed_L-1049_Super_Constellation

I remember, at night,  the motors they spat fire under the wing area through, the short and scant exhaust pipe, the escape of engine combustion gas!! The voyage of Mozambique to Portugal it was a long, lasting one!

But Portugal was different of Africa! I had grapes and other fruits!! In Africa I had nothing! The weather was fresh! And I had... a beach! In Africa I lived always inland territory!

We had a house in «Apúlia» on the site of the «fog-horn» but the house has lately burnt and it is there a new building.

I recall the scent of this beach because it was the fragrance of sargasso, the sea-weed, a very nice and intense odour. When the fishermen arrived, with the boats, my mother bought the skipping fish in the boat!! A delicious fish!

Today I remind the kites on the beach! They had the shape of a little plane, the wings rolled on the wind, and the small plane it did much noise in the extremity of the string!

Why, today, I don’t see this wonderful old kites?