TO THINK ABOUT

                                      

                      Segue a matéria que fiz para o blog da RVA.

                      O fato aconteceu no domingo passado e me fez pensar muito.

                                                                     

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           Early in a rainy sunday morning, before breakfast. I went  to take a walk around the school.

         This place is really beautiful!  I went to see the baby pigs, and after took the way to the ruins, cause I wanted to take some photos.  But it sarted to rain.  At first a light rain, but it was getting heavy, so I decided  to came back.

         On the way back, there was a man on the road.  Rastafari hair, dark clothes, a bottle of beer in his hands, and a smile with only two theets, far away one of the other.  But nice!

        After good morning, greetings, he asked me:

        - Where are you from?

        - I am from Brasil.

        - Nice country.

        - Thank you.  Your country is really  beautiful!  And the people is very nice too!

       - No, not all the people is  nice!

       - Why?

       - Most part of the people is jealous.  I am jealous!

       - Jealous?!?! Jealous of what?

       - I don’t know.

      At this time, I was so curious about what he told, I wanted to ask a lot more, I wanted to understand that feeling of the people, but my poor english did not help me, I was trying to find words to continue the talk, and the words does not appear in my mind… and then he asked me: 

       - Are you in that school? – and pointed at RVA.

       - Yes. - Then he started to talk and talk, too fast for my little capacity of understanding.

       - Please, speak slowly so that I can understand you!

        And he tried to do it, but he was speaking in his way of pronunciation, and I didn’t understand too. I was thinking so hard, so many questions in my head, and the words doesn’t come… oh my God what can I do?

         – Now, I am going to my mountain! – he said clearly. Pointing at the volcano.

         – Your mountain?  That one with the volcano?

         – Yes.  My mountain.

         – Why are you going there?  - I asked and immediately regret of such a stupid question, and try to complete – It is raining so much!

       He looked in my eyes and told:

      - I am going there, because it is mine – and start to talk quickly and  with his accent again.

       At this point I had to turn to right in RVA direction. I stopped. He stopped too. Told me good bye, giving me his closed right hand in his way of doing it, I did the same, and he smiled, put his hand over his hart and said:

       - You are a nice people!

       - Have a good day in your mountain! – I answered smiling at him. Good bye!

       And I started walking faster, because the rain was getting hard, and I was already completely wet.  But my mind was full of questions.

        Who is him?  Why did he say that people of St. Vincent is not nice?  Why  are they jealous? Jealous  of what?  Why they don’t know why they are jealous?

        Later, in my room, I realized that sometimes, he talked a good English, so that I can understand, and other times, he talked quickly, and with accent, and I couldn’t understand. And immediately a new question appear in my mind:

        - What was he trying to say to me?

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