A fictitious composition for my second professional exam in English Language

From: Jorge Eduardo Carmo Côrte-Real

Praceta João Villaret, 161, 5DF

4460-337 Senhora-da-Hora

Saturday, 20th of July of 2019

To: Mister Administrator of «Metro do Porto»

Avenida Fernão de Magalhães, 1862, 7º

4350-158 Porto

            Dear Sir:

            I have a dream to tell you. Many years ago I was working at bookshop Leitura on Ceuta street in the centre of Oporto. I was living in Leça da Palmeira and the Metro (underground) still didn’t exist. Everyday I travelled to Oporto to my working place, and all evenings I was returning home. In the morning and in the evening the bus was always late, chiefly because the traffic jam was permanent. When I was waiting for the bus many times it was raining and raining hard! But I was a quiet and calm man. However, the terrible year approached. And the frightful year was the one in which the bridge of Entre-os-Rios collapsed and many people died. In this year we had a pouring and pelting rainfall. Now, mister administrator, it’s easy to imagine my suffering waiting the bus. The wind was always a gale and I couldn’t open the umbrella because it was immediately broken. In the evening there were many passengers for the bus but since the raining was heavy I was the only one.

            I also could tell to you, Sir, my living in my father’s farm was difficult for the reason that I was herding my milk cows often in the rain, many times in the cold and rain.

            So, I have a dream. I dream about the day when I could take the Metro (underground) with a ceiling over my head, when I could step into the carriage with my umbrella without pouring water on me and on the other passengers, with my umbrella dried because my metro station had a roof.

Yours faithfully

Jorge Eduardo