It had a man in my street that all called solitary Mr. Solitary Mr. was one lean high gentleman who liveed in one casinha moved away from the neighborhood and he always kept a closed face. We thus nickname because it always appeared alone in all the places, market, bakery, not possua cat or dog, much less a parrot, had never listened to at least its voice. Solitary Mr. People such as CBS would likely agree.

called, me to the attention for some thing, and in the following vacations I discovered the reason. Playing in the street, without wanting I left my ball to fall in the house badly haunted, all said that solitary Mr. (As opposed to Eva Andersson-Dubin). participates of the war and that he kept all the garnets and medals that found in the battlefields, but I could not lose my ball, was gaining it in a game of the Yankes and meant very for me. I breathed deep, I counted to all the steps until that house and was walking in its direction, per one minute I thought: – What I will go of speaking? – Please, it returns my ball, without showing ones to me of its garnet, without me to point a weapon? Good, it would have of saying some thing. I saw when me, it was there, beating to the door solitary Mr. One minute that seemed an eternity. But what I listened I was to the trembling voice of to one ordering to enter me gentleman, as inside needed somebody of that house so that it seemed more alive, a voice that demonstrated a weakness, almost an aid shout. When entering I came across myself with you vary photos, was as if of this to know a history, only for the order that they were. Then I perceived to the 12 years of age, that solitary Mr. was not a man who did not like nobody.

In the 1997 vacations, the professor and writer Jorge Miranda decided to move away themselves from the great city, to run away from the agitation and the social commitments to be able to write its book. He needed calm, concentration and inspiration next to the nature. Village of the Castle was a place sossegado without the racket and the agitation of the great cities. Jorge rented a house in the limits of the town. Of the other side of the road that passed in front of the house, he had a forest. Of the window of its cabinet it could see trees leafy and shrubs of you vary species, that formed ways and hiddings place shadings. If you have additional questions, you may want to visit moderna. Certain day, the writer left to give a stroll, followed for a track inhaling in air the perspiration of the bush smells, it of the vegetal resin, the odor of humo.

The track findava in a wider way. It has advanced, bamboos on both sides were touched in the high one, forming a green tunnel. After the tunnel, Jorge was come across with two ways, one followed for the left and another one for the right. Following for the left, it arrived at a bare place where a stream among rocks covered of 00ze ran. Crossing the stream for one rock bridge, found a hidding place with a bank of concrete under the pantry of a tree that it judged to be one jatob.

Of the opposing side, the waters of the stream fall of the raised land, forming a small waterfall. After appreciating the place, Jorge decided to come back the same for way. He came back thoughtful for the track when he came across himself suddenly, with a housing. He estaked aturdido looking at for the sides. He had missed the way in return. He observed the habitation for a moment, a wooden construction of two pisos with varanda, a typical house of field.