This story is about a girl. Teresa. It begins in 1975, when she’s only twelve. She’s just left her homeland, Mozambique, a former Portuguese colony, now riven by revolution and madness. In the wake of civil war, fear and terror crack open Teresa’s idyllic childhood. Even the family pets act distraught. Granny no longer tends to her roses. Everybody starts sleeping in the same room, afraid of knives in the night. They must flee the land they have …
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This story is about a girl. Teresa. It begins in 1975, when she’s only twelve. She’s just left her homeland, Mozambique, a former Portuguese colony, now riven by revolution and madness. In the wake of civil war, fear and terror crack open Teresa’s idyllic childhood. Even the family pets act distraught. Granny no longer tends to her roses. Everybody starts sleeping in the same room, afraid of knives in the night. They must flee the land they have …
So many things in my life remind me of my grandfather and take me back to the times when I was young and living with him and Granny. Coming to Morocco, for instance, immediately took me back to 1980 and the cruise we did together to Gibraltar and Morocco, aboard the Portuguese ship Funchal. It was during Easter holidays and the cruise would last for a week. We first stopped in Gibraltar where I took the usual photo with the …