Opinion (José Lúcio / Judge): What good that is in the field.
Start the morning to walk the kilometers between Évora and Beja always wrapped in a London fog, listening to radio traffic information on VCI, the avenue of Gaia and Cascais-Lisbon axis, temperatures in Moscow and New York, Bejense reach metropolis and face many difficulties parking as in Rome or Paris, and a person sit in the center of the world.
José Lúcio
Judge
There is certainly greater cosmopolitanism. Still left over a few small snags. Say stakeholders missing here hospitals, health centers, creches, schools, factories, barracks (to a court), ror and other things which contribute to the consistency and dignity of the civilizational level that was reached. Noto lacking basic access, because the roads are a disgrace, the railway stepped back to nineteenth-century levels, airport there but there is no, complaints and deficiencies abound.
it is recognized that the air is clean and the staff is less - breathe better and live more to the wide. We can thank Mother Nature, and quedarmo us satisfied with what we have? I leave the question.
Because doubts remain (undoubtedly). An old friend, distinguished and intellectual, He told me for years that the Alentejo locations the state of preservation was admirable, because five hundred years ago that do not make anything here. I do not know if the other pays a reality. My friends when they portuenses rail crossing it to reach the Algarve are always thrilled with the immensity of space and solitude of the people; but none moved here.
avowed, on the territory, I'll keep an ambiguous feeling. On the one hand, remains one affectionate look we see the heavens and the earth that our eyes have seen to open up. On the other hand, feels the anguish of missing.
What about the people, is life? It does not seem possible the idyllic view of the city and the mountains (I think they understand me, even the least Eça de Queiroz). There is an Eden between Tagus and Guadiana. Anyways, It is not as tragic as could be inferred from the darkest paintings.
People do not vary greatly depending on the sites, as experience teaches. There is everything everywhere. In this regard I am remember Camilo. Featuring "mud volcanoes" to their readers Camilo criticizes those who, packed by romantic illusions, They want to see the bucolic fields a haven of virtues. He says that all the rot that infects cities also no shortage in the villages.
Should you have reason, because in reality the distribution of addiction is something of the most universal and egalitarian that may point. Needless to scientific expertise in some anthropological realism school to recognize. It just needs a little common sense, and life experience.
Camilo sometimes exaggerated, how was your own temperament, and the immense rascals and patifarias gallery that exposes us often takes caricature traits. I find these steppes transtaganas so much evil together as the author of such mud volcanoes made sure to overwhelm his novels.
Anyway, Cheating Ledo soul and blind (Camões always sounds good) would be to think that everything around here are soul charms. The uplift is hard and costly. Virtues are scarce, wherever you are. It is inevitable sooner or later experience feelings of injustice, or ingratitude, because justice, gratitude and recognition are infinitely rarer than its opposite.
This realizes any, for less moralist who is. It remains to conclude that all this is necessary to live, We are doing what we have to do. Often just because yes, because you have to do. And because it's right. Especially so, to be the right thing.
(Text written under the previous rule to spell AO1990, by the author's option)
