Nova excursão, novo transtorno auditivo. Pus os meus
auscultadores no máximo, fechei os olhos e tentei pensar em agroflorestas. Mas
ainda assim é diícil. O bichona do professor Iam agarrou-se ao microfone e não
parou de se abanar, grunhir ou gemer. Chegou mesmo a perguntar-me se eu o
queria comer. Com a maior das naturalidades à frente de toda a gente.
Visitámos um museo arqueológico onde já tinha ido há quatro
anos atrás, e parece que fui o único com real interesse. Lia e imaginava os
tempos remotos 5, 4, 3 e 2 mil anos atrás. As limitações que tinham e como
agora em 70 anos tudo mudou tão depressa. Os professores e os alunos só olharam
para os bonecos. Cá fora já estavam a comer que parece ser o que gostam mais de
fazer.
Fomos a outro parque aquático, desta vez maior. Os
prefessores foram-se sentar para comer e beber. Eu quis almoçar e paguei umas
cinco vezes mais que na aldeia. Aqui também há empregados com ar de mansinhos
prontos para nos esgatanhar as notas todas dos bolsos.
Quando me ofereceram o segundo copo de cerveja fui vestir o
fato de banho e o colete salva-vidas que toda a gente usa. Como era o único em
tronco nu nem perguntei se o colete era opcional.
Fui-me tentar equilibrar nos insufláveis como fosse mais uma
criança. Depois percebi que o divertido era não ter vergonha de dar uma
escorregadela e ir parar à água. Cheguei a um obstáculo que me parecia
impossível mas que tinha visto um aluno conseguir ultrapassá-lo. O Spack, ou só
Pack. Não fala nada de inglês, é um granda mandrião nas aulas e um dos meus
favoritos. Também era o capitão da equipa de futebol. Esperto, um líder mas
sempre na palhaçada. Pedi-lhe para me ensinar a passar o obstáculo. Ele
mostrou-me. Tentei, falhei. Ele quis-me ajudar mas disse-lhe que queria
conseguir sozinho. E consegui! Festejámos juntos. Convidou-me para irmos andar
no barco banana.
Para o próximo ano estes alunos já não vão estar na escola e
apercebi-me do quanto gosto deste puto com um sorriso sempre pronto e que não
precisa de inglês para comuniar comigo.
Antes ainda, convidou-me para um escorerga com a altura de
uns cinco ou seis andares. Só me benzia. Mas provavelmente é a única vez que
aqui venho. Contámos até três e lá fomos. Não se percebe muito bem o percurso
mas ao entrar na água devia ter fechado as pernas. Doeu um bocadinho.
Enquanto esperávamos pelo barco banana, umas meninas estavam
na água rodeadas de carpas. As mães mandavam comida de peixe para perto das
miúdas. Que imagem de tamanha cor, vida e alegria. Fiquei hipnotizado. Não
tinha máquina fotográfica mas acho que esta imagem vai ficar comigo por muito
tempo. Também pensei no meu país. Porque
é que isto não acontece lá?
Lá fomos na banana. Um insuflável que parece mais um
cachorro quente, puxado por uma mota de água comigo e mais cinco alunos em cima
a tentarmo-nos equilibrar. O puxador gere a felicidade dos tripulantes. Se
forem miúdas que não param de gritar não é preciso fazer muito, mas se forem
rapazes não tão susceptíveis é preciso mandá-los à água de vez em quando.
Apesar de ter tido algum medo de dar um pontapé na cabeça do Tin, que ia à
minha frente, foi muito divertido ser mandado ao molho com a rapaziada para
dentro de água.
Ainda fomos a um mercado, e no caminho o Somgit, já com uns
copos, apoderou-se do microfone do autocarro e cantou músicas românticas. Eu
agradeci.
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| Evolução de jarras por milénio - Pots evolution by millenium |
New outing, new auditory disorder. I set my headphones at the maximum volume, I closed my eyes and tried to think of agroforests. But it's still hard. The feminine teacher Iam clung to the microphone and didn't stop shaking, grunting or groaning. He even asked me if I wanted to eat him. In front of everyone without any kind of pudor.
We visited an archaeological museum where I had already gone four years ago, and it seems that I was the only one with real interest. I was reading and imagining the remote times 5, 4, 3 and 2 thousand years ago. The limitations they had and now in 70 years everything changed so quickly. Teachers and students just looked at the pictures. Outside, they were already eating that seems to be what they like the most.
We went to another water park, this time larger. The teachers went to sit down to eat and drink. I wanted to have lunch and paid about five times more than in the village. Here, there are also waiters with a soft appearence but ready to squeeze all the money from our pockets.
When they offered me the second glass of beer I went to wear the bathing suit and lifejacket that everyone else wears. As I was the only one bare-chested, I didn't even ask if the vest was optional.
I was trying to keep balanced on the inflatables like a child. Then I realized that the fun was to not be ashamed of slipping into the water. I came to an obstacle that seemed impossible but I had seen a student manage to overcome it. Spack, or just Pack. He doesn't speak any English, he's a big sluggard in class and one of my favorites. He was also the captain of the football team. Clever, a leader but always fooling around. I asked him to teach me how to get past the obstacle. He showed me and I tried, I failed. He wanted to help me, but I told him I wanted to do it myself. And I did it! We celebrated together. He invited me to ride the banana boat.
For the next year these students will no longer be in school and I realized how much I like this kid that always has a smile ready and that doesn't need English to communicate with me.
Before that, he invited me to a slider about five or six floors high. I could only pray. But probably I won't come back here. We counted to three and there we went. The course is too fast to understand but when entering the water I should have closed the legs. It hurts a little.
While we waited for the banana boat, some girls were in the water surrounded by carp. The mothers were throwing fish food to the girls. What an image of such color, life and joy. I was hypnotized. I did't have a camera but I think this image will stay with me for a long time. I also thought about my country. Why doesn't this happen there?
There we went on the banana. An inflatable that looks more like a hot dog, pulled by a jet sky and carrying me and five students more that try not to fall. The rider manages the happiness of the crew. If pulling girls who don't stop screaming there's not much to do, but if pulling not so susceptible boys it's necessary to send them to the water from time to time. Although I had some fear of kicking Tin's head who was in front of me, it was a lot of fun to be thrown with the boys into the water.
We still went to a market, and along the way Somgit, already after a few glasses, seized the microphone of the bus and sang romantic songs. I was grateful.
We visited an archaeological museum where I had already gone four years ago, and it seems that I was the only one with real interest. I was reading and imagining the remote times 5, 4, 3 and 2 thousand years ago. The limitations they had and now in 70 years everything changed so quickly. Teachers and students just looked at the pictures. Outside, they were already eating that seems to be what they like the most.
We went to another water park, this time larger. The teachers went to sit down to eat and drink. I wanted to have lunch and paid about five times more than in the village. Here, there are also waiters with a soft appearence but ready to squeeze all the money from our pockets.
When they offered me the second glass of beer I went to wear the bathing suit and lifejacket that everyone else wears. As I was the only one bare-chested, I didn't even ask if the vest was optional.
I was trying to keep balanced on the inflatables like a child. Then I realized that the fun was to not be ashamed of slipping into the water. I came to an obstacle that seemed impossible but I had seen a student manage to overcome it. Spack, or just Pack. He doesn't speak any English, he's a big sluggard in class and one of my favorites. He was also the captain of the football team. Clever, a leader but always fooling around. I asked him to teach me how to get past the obstacle. He showed me and I tried, I failed. He wanted to help me, but I told him I wanted to do it myself. And I did it! We celebrated together. He invited me to ride the banana boat.
For the next year these students will no longer be in school and I realized how much I like this kid that always has a smile ready and that doesn't need English to communicate with me.
Before that, he invited me to a slider about five or six floors high. I could only pray. But probably I won't come back here. We counted to three and there we went. The course is too fast to understand but when entering the water I should have closed the legs. It hurts a little.
While we waited for the banana boat, some girls were in the water surrounded by carp. The mothers were throwing fish food to the girls. What an image of such color, life and joy. I was hypnotized. I did't have a camera but I think this image will stay with me for a long time. I also thought about my country. Why doesn't this happen there?
There we went on the banana. An inflatable that looks more like a hot dog, pulled by a jet sky and carrying me and five students more that try not to fall. The rider manages the happiness of the crew. If pulling girls who don't stop screaming there's not much to do, but if pulling not so susceptible boys it's necessary to send them to the water from time to time. Although I had some fear of kicking Tin's head who was in front of me, it was a lot of fun to be thrown with the boys into the water.
We still went to a market, and along the way Somgit, already after a few glasses, seized the microphone of the bus and sang romantic songs. I was grateful.
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| Mr. Pack |
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