Uma Portuguesinha em Goa
A Portuguese In Goa One of the few memories of a good relationship with others is that of sitting on the knees of a blind old great-grandmother, listening to her tell me stories that I still remember some details that impressed me; adventures of animals she had never seen, men with straw arms, talking tree branches, angels, thieves, and gems. This unfamiliar world entered me, rocked by a comfort that came from her warm legs covered in those long skirts to the feet. I knew nothing about her, only felt. At the age of six, I lived in the city of tall buildings, away from the world of travel and stories. Ethnogeny studies the origins and kinship of peoples, we find the same traditional narratives told in German, Chinese, Scotland, India or the Tupi language. The same tales, based on the same metaphors that show dreams and messages that only speak of us after all. I selected some stories, from this Portuguese girl around the world. At 60 I am no ...