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 …
She was ten. Only a girl, little more than a child, really, but she liked to say she was a “pre-teenager”. She knew she looked older; she was tall, with long legs and her brown eyes shone in her cinnamon skin, tanned by the tropical sun. She had long, straight dark hair that came to the middle of her back and a ready smile. She was full of romantic dreams; in a time without television the evenings were long …
Thank you. Even at this point – when I don’t know if what we have is ending – thank you for having been in my life, thank you for so many things. Thank you for making me believe in love after the long desert of the last years of my marriage. Thank you for making me feel like a teenager in love again in my mature years. Thank you for making me feel loved, appreciated, beautiful, attractive, passionate, loving, young, …
Dear readers I dedicate this post to you, so that I may thank you for reading my blog and following me on Facebook and Instagram. I want to tell you how and above all why it all began. A few years ago I started feeling this urge to write. At first I began writing a book about my professional experiences but then I thought it wasn’t the right time to write about it – not yet. So, I thought, why …
