<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:15:34.712Z</updated><category term='Férias em Moçambique- 2005'/><title type='text'>Macua de Nacala</title><subtitle type='html'>Das recordações de ÁFRICA para as novas vivências na cidade do Liz - LEIRIA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Macua de Nacala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869692463515451732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SZyI9dJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAho/b9uecRCfbA8/S220/Digitalizar0002.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867.post-3704513338794541788</id><published>2011-09-22T15:47:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:00:10.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3º Encontro dos Nacalenses (da minha Infância)</title><content type='html'>Realizou-se mais um encontro a 28 de Maio findo em Peniche e este ano a cargo da amiga Alice Rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre esteve bastante animado mas, este ano, veio gente "nova" e mais nova, porque filhos de nossos amigos de infância. Lembramo-nos por exemplo da D. Ema Graça Pinto e filha. a professora Mª Luisa Bordálo e filha, a filha da Isabel e do Carreira, dos C.F.M. Também o Fernando Cordeiro e o Joaquim Gonçalves, do tempo de solteiro de meu marido e para minha surpresa... uma antiga colega dos Correios de Nacala, a Alice Rodrigues, bem como o Sr. Ramiro da Silva (Contabilista dos C.F.M.) e a sua simpática sobrinha Maria Odete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi muito bom estar com todos vós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanimambo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJpd8wz1LG0/TntLJx3Sj7I/AAAAAAAABQU/38OWpawvva4/s1600/Grupo%2BNacalenses%2B%2B2011%2B117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655196388469936050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJpd8wz1LG0/TntLJx3Sj7I/AAAAAAAABQU/38OWpawvva4/s320/Grupo%2BNacalenses%2B%2B2011%2B117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867.post-6427703297836950927</id><published>2010-08-12T18:26:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:17:47.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2º ENCONTRO DE NACALENSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGQu7E4sw0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/WMxGP7tdYXA/s1600/Grupo+dos+estudantes+de+Nacala+01154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGQu7E4sw0I/AAAAAAAAA8o/WMxGP7tdYXA/s320/Grupo+dos+estudantes+de+Nacala+01154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504576237012304706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Em cima&lt;/strong&gt;: Cortêz; Ferrer, Isabel Estorninho, Anabela, Victor, Alice; Meireles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em baixo&lt;/strong&gt;: Isabel, Eduarda (Nita), Mabília, Margarida, Elisa)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O 2º Encontro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;da minha Infância de Nacala,(conforme foto ao lado), realizou-se em Espinho em &lt;strong&gt;12 de Junho 2010&lt;/strong&gt;, a cargo do amigo &lt;strong&gt;Carlos Ferrer.&lt;/strong&gt; Este Ano vieram mais pessoas que se quiseram juntar a nós depois de um &lt;strong&gt;Joaquim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gonçalves&lt;/strong&gt; ter "&lt;em&gt;descoberto&lt;/em&gt;" o meu BLOg, e nos ter dado mais uns contactos como por exemplo as irmãs &lt;em&gt;Maria e a Margarida &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;filhas do Silva, pescador&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Também da minha Primária apareceram mais dois colegas (&lt;em&gt;a Nita e o Victor&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande alegria que todos esperam poder continuar a "&lt;em&gt;reviver"&lt;/em&gt; e ver também aumentar o número de adesão!&lt;br /&gt;Para o Ano, o encontro ficou marcado para a &lt;strong&gt;zona de Óbidos &lt;/strong&gt;a cargo da grande amiga &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alice Rosa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(que trabalhou na Deta em Nampula).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Força amiguinha, podes contar com a minha colaboração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGQwdLgmraI/AAAAAAAAA8w/y_bbE2tUCek/s1600/O+grupo+de+Nacalenses+01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGQwdLgmraI/AAAAAAAAA8w/y_bbE2tUCek/s320/O+grupo+de+Nacalenses+01157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504577922417470882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a foto de alguns dos Nacalenses presentes.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001420239418619867-6427703297836950927?l=macuadenacala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/1842579853325799648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/1842579853325799648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/2010/08/maputo-em-2010-on-photopeach.html' title=''/><author><name>Macua de Nacala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869692463515451732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SZyI9dJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAho/b9uecRCfbA8/S220/Digitalizar0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867.post-6368191127073293854</id><published>2010-08-11T20:33:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:15:54.922Z</updated><title type='text'>RECORDAR PALAVRAS MACUAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGL7ZyiQXrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ipez9CS89R4/s1600/Aeroporto+de+Namnpula+0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504238115080920754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGL7ZyiQXrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ipez9CS89R4/s320/Aeroporto+de+Namnpula+0273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha amiga São Gomes (&lt;em&gt;antiga colega de curso de Nampula&lt;/em&gt;), ofereceu-me "&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dicionário Macua"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginam o meu contentamento por poder lembrar algumas palavras que o tempo já fazia "&lt;em&gt;esquecer"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sei que tenho amigas/os, que também gostarão de "&lt;em&gt;recordar&lt;/em&gt;", aqui vão algumas mais conhecidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Numeração até 1O:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 = Mmosá &lt;br /&gt;2= Èli &lt;br /&gt;3= Ararú &lt;br /&gt;4= Asheshé &lt;br /&gt;5= Athanú &lt;br /&gt;6= Athanu namosa&lt;br /&gt;7= Athanu n'éli&lt;br /&gt;8= Athanú n'araru&lt;br /&gt;9= Athanu n'asheshe &lt;br /&gt;10= Mulukó&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koshukuru!/; Kotchapela = Obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;Kwakwána = Velho &lt;br /&gt;Muthiyana Okwasha = Velha&lt;br /&gt;Muthiyana = Mulher &lt;br /&gt;Mwarusi = Menina (adolescente) &lt;br /&gt;Mákha = Sal&lt;br /&gt;Masi = água&lt;br /&gt;Makhura = óleo&lt;br /&gt;Mikhala; Makhala = carvão; carvoeiro&lt;br /&gt;Munjene = Muito&lt;br /&gt;Mosheleliwa ! = Bom dia! &lt;br /&gt;Mulupale = Grande&lt;br /&gt;Mukavi? = Quanto?&lt;br /&gt;Muluku = DEUS &lt;br /&gt;Musurukhu = Salário/dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Muteko = Trabalho&lt;br /&gt;Namuteko = Operário&lt;br /&gt;Mwalapwa = Cão&lt;br /&gt;Namarokolo = Coelho&lt;br /&gt;Nsana = Ontem&lt;br /&gt;Ohiyu = Noite&lt;br /&gt;Ohíla = Escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Owákuveya ! = Rápido&lt;br /&gt;Onanara = Mau &lt;br /&gt;Orèra = Belo&lt;br /&gt;Orèra Murima = Bondoso&lt;br /&gt;Orrera = Bom&lt;br /&gt;Orupa = Dormir&lt;br /&gt;Osiva = Saboroso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGL76GaapkI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-FfrqACBDzY/s1600/Fern%C3%A3o+Veloso+Lidia+no+barco+0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504238670172563010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGL76GaapkI/AAAAAAAAA8g/-FfrqACBDzY/s320/Fern%C3%A3o+Veloso+Lidia+no+barco+0285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada Sãozita pela tua amizade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te uma foto da "&lt;em&gt;tua Nampula&lt;/em&gt;" e outra da "&lt;em&gt;minha linda praia&lt;/em&gt;" de Fernão Veloso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001420239418619867-6368191127073293854?l=macuadenacala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/feeds/6368191127073293854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001420239418619867&amp;postID=6368191127073293854' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/6368191127073293854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/6368191127073293854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/2010/08/recordar-palavras-macuas.html' title='RECORDAR PALAVRAS MACUAS...'/><author><name>Macua de Nacala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869692463515451732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SZyI9dJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAho/b9uecRCfbA8/S220/Digitalizar0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGL7ZyiQXrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ipez9CS89R4/s72-c/Aeroporto+de+Namnpula+0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867.post-6271919169612644660</id><published>2010-08-09T17:46:00.053+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:01:53.686Z</updated><title type='text'>DE NACALA A FERRAGUDO - (re)encontros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGF0lrzovFI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ValYEC2s_SY/s1600/Algarve+8.+2006+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGF0lrzovFI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/ValYEC2s_SY/s320/Algarve+8.+2006+138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503808410386742354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com que emoção começo a ver o meu Blog a dar os seus "&lt;em&gt;frutos"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os &lt;strong&gt;"macuas"de Nacala&lt;/strong&gt;, vão-me (re)descobrindo e os encontros começam a acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 Maio de 2oo8 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;que &lt;em&gt;Aurora Belchiorinho&lt;/em&gt;, prima do José Patacola de Nacala,começou a "&lt;em&gt;deixar"&lt;/em&gt; comentários no meu Blog. Depois de algum tempo e troca de e.mails, combinámos encontrar-nos para nos conhecermos,em&lt;strong&gt; Ferragudo &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;onde costumo passar as férias&lt;/em&gt;).(&lt;em&gt;Aconteceu em 5 de Dezembro de 2009&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Como falar de África sempre nos "&lt;em&gt;encanta", &lt;/em&gt;a empatia é uma certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, o nascimento de uma "&lt;em&gt;nova amizade"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TIunZqbE4DI/AAAAAAAAA94/kzxLB697aUY/s1600/Ferragudo+com+Aurora+05122009_002_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TIunZqbE4DI/AAAAAAAAA94/kzxLB697aUY/s200/Ferragudo+com+Aurora+05122009_002_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515686227971727410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em 11710/2008&lt;/strong&gt;- Rui Monteiro, filho mais novo da D.Alice e Sr. Monteiro da Brigada de Portos, que me perguntou se eu era a filha do Oliveira da Brigada, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;6 de Abril de 2009,&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;em&gt;Sara Cabral&lt;/em&gt;, filha do Toninho, um bom amigo que já nos "&lt;em&gt;deixou", &lt;/em&gt;publicou o seu comentário. Tive pena que não tivesse fornecido o seu contacto para a poder conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em 2009 &lt;/strong&gt;o &lt;em&gt;Victor Agostinho &lt;/em&gt;da foto da minha Primária... também me contactou e já veio ao 2º encontro dos Nacalenses em Espinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11/12/2009&lt;/strong&gt;- Artur Tavares no Brasil, dizendo que também tinha ido para Nacala em 1968.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010- &lt;/strong&gt;a &lt;em&gt;Lena Costa &lt;/em&gt;reviu-se nas meninas da Primária do Lumbo. Uma alegria para ela e para mim também. Combinámos que nos iríamos encontrar em breve. Entretanto já me mandou fotos antigas e actuais da sua família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27/03/2010 &lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Olinda Gil &lt;/em&gt;(filha do Gil Alves), depois de troca de e.mail, combinámos encontrar-nos este Verão em&lt;strong&gt; Ferragudo&lt;/strong&gt;, já que é Professora no Alentejo. Aconteceu em 10 de Julho. É uma simpatia de pessoa, como não poderia deixar de ser...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui deixo a foto para recordar este lindo momento! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGA80FG1F_I/AAAAAAAAA74/oT350pNr1HQ/s1600/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGA80FG1F_I/AAAAAAAAA74/oT350pNr1HQ/s200/DSC01578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503465610068432882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verão de 2oo9-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Isabel Maria Morais&lt;/em&gt;, Professora a trabalhar em Macau, deixou uma mensagem dizendo que também passou por Nacala no tempo da minha infância.&lt;br /&gt;Este ano ao vir de férias a Portimão, combinámos reencontrar-nos em &lt;strong&gt;Ferragudo&lt;/strong&gt; o que aconteceu a 29 de Julho, conforme foto abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGBa_5n3fYI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ix8mN6lfHkY/s1600/DSC01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/TGBa_5n3fYI/AAAAAAAAA8A/ix8mN6lfHkY/s200/DSC01612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503498798493040002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; 22.11.2010 &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Wellenkamp&lt;/strong&gt;, filha do piloto da barra na altura da Independência, nascida na Ilha de Moçambique e que também me quis conhecer! Uma ternura de pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;O "&lt;em&gt;encontro&lt;/em&gt;" realizou-se a 4 de Dezembro na residência de seus pais em Leiria.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom "&lt;em&gt;encontrar&lt;/em&gt;" pessoas que têm as mesmas afinidades que nós, os mesmos "&lt;em&gt;cheiros&lt;/em&gt;" e "&lt;em&gt;sabores tropicais&lt;/em&gt;", o poder recordar os "&lt;em&gt;belos momentos passados em África&lt;/em&gt;", &lt;em&gt; as tempestades tremendas, as viagens pelas picadas&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;em&gt; a areia branca da praia, a água tépida e cristalina sempre tentadora para mais um mergulhinho...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dizer das&lt;em&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;amizades sinceras, duradouras&lt;/strong&gt;", nascidas no isolamento das grandes distâncias&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo isto e muito mais...&lt;strong&gt;que só entende quem viveu em África.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANIMAMBO AMIGAS(OS) ATÉ SEMPRE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BQ1-xAVgI/AAAAAAAAA3o/GIAPu4NYh8k/s1600/DSC00747.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467458835939612162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BQ1-xAVgI/AAAAAAAAA3o/GIAPu4NYh8k/s320/DSC00747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maputo - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praça Mac-Mahon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7erwiNu3I/AAAAAAAAA6E/uAEcVB-xn3o/s1600/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471555440645880690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7erwiNu3I/AAAAAAAAA6E/uAEcVB-xn3o/s320/DSC00751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora com este bonito Casino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;junto à marginal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BDyVRw02I/AAAAAAAAA2w/9AUeDGkQm50/s1600/Costa+do+Sol+00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467444479611949922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BDyVRw02I/AAAAAAAAA2w/9AUeDGkQm50/s320/Costa+do+Sol+00718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A caminho da Costa do Sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porquê, chamar-lhe &lt;strong&gt;"uma&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aventura em África"?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BEtA8zISI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ctiAST0wO88/s1600/A++caminho+do+Maxixe+00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467445487767593250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BEtA8zISI/AAAAAAAAA3A/ctiAST0wO88/s320/A++caminho+do+Maxixe+00665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sim, agora é quase uma "&lt;em&gt;aventura&lt;/em&gt;" fazer o que fizémos, &lt;strong&gt;ir do Norte ao Sul em&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;mini-bus&lt;strong&gt;"(Beira/Maputo&lt;/strong&gt;),&lt;/em&gt; para conhecermos outras praias, outras paisagens e outras &lt;em&gt;"gentes&lt;/em&gt;", como por exemplo, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vilanculos e Inhambane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(a terra da boa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;gente&lt;/em&gt;) e&lt;strong&gt; levar 10 ou 11 h para fazer 400/500Kms, etc...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embarcámos inicialmente apenas 7, mas o grupo era constituído por oito:&lt;em&gt; eu e marido, Ilda Santos&lt;/em&gt; e dois filhos (&lt;em&gt;a Lídia e&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;o Pedro, que se integraram muito bem no grupo&lt;/em&gt;), a&lt;em&gt; Maria João F.Lopes o Carlos Matos&lt;/em&gt; que era de António Enes, mas amigo da Ilda da Faculdade, e por fim a &lt;em&gt;Maria de Jesus M. Ferreira&lt;/em&gt; que só poderia embarcar dia 22 (Segunda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BEOEIxtdI/AAAAAAAAA24/HwBdpfSUTLM/s1600/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467444956047193554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BEOEIxtdI/AAAAAAAAA24/HwBdpfSUTLM/s320/DSC00511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gastar o mínimo e ver muito, era o nosso lema...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alugámos um Mini-bus para o grupo de 8&lt;/strong&gt; que andava sempre carregadinho (&lt;em&gt;cheio de bagagem que ía aumentando&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;com as compras&lt;/em&gt;), principalmente da Maria Jesus, que queria ajudar &lt;em&gt;"todos nas suas pobrezas&lt;/em&gt;" e se entusiasmava com tudo, porque &lt;em&gt;"belo&lt;/em&gt;, e &lt;em&gt;barato&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(conchas, pau preto, pau rosa, castanha de caju, capulanas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A &lt;em&gt;pedinchice&lt;/em&gt; da garotada é muita e põe-nos indispostos&lt;em&gt;, porque não nos largam&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;quase forçando-nos a comprar alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mas, como eu sempre digo: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a paisagem, os cheiros, a fruta saborosa, o calor, as belas praias, &lt;/span&gt;enfim tudo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;que é natureza&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;estão lá (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;embora a desilusão seja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;grande)&lt;/span&gt; ao vêr uma cidade que era linda, florida, de ruas largas e paralelas, bem deliniada, agora tão cheia de buracos e &lt;em&gt;buracões,&lt;/em&gt; com lixo por todo o lado, não apetecendo mesmo andar a pé. É realmente &lt;em&gt;uma tristeza&lt;/em&gt; para quem volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BIbgF_8rI/AAAAAAAAA3I/P8B5wLOk63M/s1600/DSC00633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467449584936546994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BIbgF_8rI/AAAAAAAAA3I/P8B5wLOk63M/s320/DSC00633.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As minhas amigas desiludiram-se com a sua terra, que era chamada &lt;strong&gt;NAMPULA a linda&lt;/strong&gt; cercada de belas serras, como esta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BJhmy4DyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/f8LyKS8nRUw/s1600/Rotunda+Sul+de+Nacala+00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467450789326229282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BJhmy4DyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/f8LyKS8nRUw/s320/Rotunda+Sul+de+Nacala+00492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;A minha&lt;/em&gt;" Nacala, aqui ao lado.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;estava um pouco melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7nY_jPlqI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-kqKS-y8VuA/s1600/Escola+Prim%C3%A1ria+DSC00494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471565013863863970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7nY_jPlqI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-kqKS-y8VuA/s320/Escola+Prim%C3%A1ria+DSC00494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Escola Primária&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7UdmxVAVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/F2zw49DeVZE/s1600/Praia+em+frente+Resorte+DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471544202390470994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7UdmxVAVI/AAAAAAAAA5U/F2zw49DeVZE/s320/Praia+em+frente+Resorte+DSC00505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A praia de Fernão Veloso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;vistas do complexo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não poderei no entanto deixar de referir que "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;os antigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;",&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amigos ou apenas conhecidos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;são, ou melhor,&lt;strong&gt; continuam a ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; como nossos &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;anjos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;protectores&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt; Querem receber-nos, facilitam-nos a vida, sentimo-nos &lt;em&gt;"em casa&lt;/em&gt;" e podemos contar com eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por isso irei começar por contar as "peripércias" mais interessantes e mostrar também coisas novas......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98VteOmfuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/k01YddKTW64/s1600/No+Rest.+Cristal-+Maputo+21.3.10+435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467112343603674850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98VteOmfuI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/k01YddKTW64/s200/No+Rest.+Cristal-+Maputo+21.3.10+435.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;No Domingo dia 21 &lt;/strong&gt;o grupo, foi almoçar ao Restaurante CRISTAL, no Maputo, com o &lt;strong&gt;Manuel da Cruz Viola, o João Taborda e irmã Ema e ainda o Paulo Pires Teixeira&lt;/strong&gt; que também lá se encontravam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma festa! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98WHKhmPhI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NdY4NDlXxys/s1600/Maputo+Ilda+%2B+L%C3%ADdia-+Elisa+e+Jo%C3%A3o+00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467112784991239698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98WHKhmPhI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NdY4NDlXxys/s200/Maputo+Ilda+%2B+L%C3%ADdia-+Elisa+e+Jo%C3%A3o+00441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98WHKhmPhI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/NdY4NDlXxys/s1600/Maputo+Ilda+%2B+L%C3%ADdia-+Elisa+e+Jo%C3%A3o+00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E fomos passear pelo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jardim dos namorados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-FurohOFZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/cJdHTa4wYwQ/s1600/DSC00740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467773118494676370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-FurohOFZI/AAAAAAAAA4I/cJdHTa4wYwQ/s320/DSC00740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E andámos nos lindos "&lt;em&gt;Tuc-Tuc&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mini taxi para passear pela cidade)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 22&lt;/strong&gt; decidimos alugar um jeep e com o João Taborda ir até ao&lt;strong&gt; Bilen&lt;/strong&gt;e, onde depois da praia, dum bom almoço, (&lt;em&gt;apenas grelhados de bom peixe e marisco&lt;/em&gt;) regados com a saborosa cerveja "&lt;em&gt;Laurentina" e ou a 2&lt;/em&gt; M., demos um passeio de barco até ao mar alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98GfRnbw_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/Hprri0kY3nY/s1600/Carlos,+Lidia+e+Taborda+2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467095607025583090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98GfRnbw_I/AAAAAAAAAzY/Hprri0kY3nY/s200/Carlos,+Lidia+e+Taborda+2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia para recordar com saudade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98HBziD23I/AAAAAAAAAzg/YikyqKer1pQ/s1600/Ao+fundo+o+Oceano+Indico+0+0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467096200245402482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98HBziD23I/AAAAAAAAAzg/YikyqKer1pQ/s200/Ao+fundo+o+Oceano+Indico+0+0462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia 23- Terça-Feira&lt;/strong&gt;, pelas 11H00, depois de já ter chegado de Portugal a nossa amiga Nita (Maria de Jesus), seguimos no voo da LAM, para NAMPULA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aguardava-nos a &lt;strong&gt;Maria José Baptista&lt;/strong&gt;, que estava muito feliz por voltar a rever as amigas de "&lt;em&gt;outros tempos&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Depois do almoço , já com a Mini-bus com&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98Iq28MMkI/AAAAAAAAAzo/x5JPEXd-UqY/s1600/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467098005046571586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98Iq28MMkI/AAAAAAAAAzo/x5JPEXd-UqY/s200/DSC00507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; motorista, seguimos rumo à praia de &lt;strong&gt;Fernão Veloso em Nacala&lt;/strong&gt;, onde ficámos neste lindo resorte, "&lt;strong&gt;NEPALA".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no dia seguinte, fomos comer o bom peixe fresco e grelhado no Restaurante &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Baía Azul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" pertencente a um filho mais novo do Pedro Pinto e demos uma volta pela cidade onde verifiquei que está mais limpa que há 5 nos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7tJY86wjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/jTWhPjzpd4Q/s1600/Embondeiros+00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471571342874296882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7tJY86wjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/jTWhPjzpd4Q/s320/Embondeiros+00503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e vimos os sempre lindos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;embondeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia 25&lt;/strong&gt; seguimos viagem para a tão desejada&lt;strong&gt; praia das Chocas&lt;/strong&gt;. Ficámos no resorte "&lt;strong&gt;CARRUSCA",&lt;/strong&gt; numa picada a uns 4 kms. A Nita quis ver as duas casinhas que foram do pai (&lt;em&gt;que estavam bem cuidadas&lt;/em&gt;), antes de seguirmos para a "&lt;em&gt;nossa grande palhota"&lt;/em&gt; no Resorte.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98LcVQWwiI/AAAAAAAAAzw/pdjbn_PH-LM/s1600/Palhota+no+Carrusca+00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467101054021059106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98LcVQWwiI/AAAAAAAAAzw/pdjbn_PH-LM/s200/Palhota+no+Carrusca+00533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98MD0rk8tI/AAAAAAAAAz4/YWuC5gE5A_I/s1600/Coqueiros+Chocas+00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467101732471632594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98MD0rk8tI/AAAAAAAAAz4/YWuC5gE5A_I/s200/Coqueiros+Chocas+00534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;paisagem para as Chocas, como poderão constactar é fabulosa, com a mistura do verde dos coqueiros e o azul do céu e do mar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagostins grelados nesse dia, pois era o aniversário da Ilda Santos. A Nita aproveitou logo para encomendar ao pescador, caranguejos para o dia seguinte. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Uma "barrigada"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logo pelas 7 horas da manhã do outro dia, já alguns estavam na praia, pois a água estava uma maravilha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O jovens Pedro e Lídia, admiraram-se por o mar estar tão quentinho logo tão cedo. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Águas do Índico&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O almoço foi num restaurante onde a Nita "&lt;em&gt;descobriu&lt;/em&gt;"com alegria uma nova prima (&lt;em&gt;o tio tinha deixado por lá suas "marcas"...). Muito interessante.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois do almoço ainda fomos até à&lt;strong&gt; Ilha de Moçambique&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;que não sei se voltará a ser o que era&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7eEL9kIEI/AAAAAAAAA58/3EI6hUB-BY0/s1600/Ponta+na+Ilha+Mo%C3%A7ambique+00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471554760813584450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7eEL9kIEI/AAAAAAAAA58/3EI6hUB-BY0/s320/Ponta+na+Ilha+Mo%C3%A7ambique+00528.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas... a vista do mar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;é sempre eternamente bela!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SÁBADO, 27 regressámos a Nampula&lt;/strong&gt;, pois já tínhamos o jantar &lt;em&gt;"prometido&lt;/em&gt;" em casa da&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Maria José e José Baptista&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Um banquete, claro! Até leitão teve. E um grande bolo no final com os dizeres:"&lt;strong&gt;BEM-VINDOS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98SQUVc0nI/AAAAAAAAA0A/m1kejXggJoY/s1600/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467108544196956786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98SQUVc0nI/AAAAAAAAA0A/m1kejXggJoY/s320/DSC00542.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAMPULA, AMIGOS DO ANTIGAMENTE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;que muito nos sensibilizou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98Sfk_gzzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/f9_raxwVKJQ/s1600/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467108806366383922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98Sfk_gzzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/f9_raxwVKJQ/s320/DSC00547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98aXKjcR2I/AAAAAAAAA0w/E-9GpzSAa1M/s1600/Montes+Nairuco+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467117457923393378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98aXKjcR2I/AAAAAAAAA0w/E-9GpzSAa1M/s320/Montes+Nairuco+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois... "&lt;em&gt;descobrimo&lt;/em&gt;s" mais um amigo da nossa E.I.C. o &lt;strong&gt;Remtula Jivá,&lt;/strong&gt; que tinha regressado de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi passar connosco o dia aos "&lt;strong&gt;Montes do Nairuco&lt;/strong&gt;", a uns Kms de Nampula, onde almoçámos . Também ele nos convidou para um jantar de caril na Segunda Feira em sua casa, dia em que o Taborda chegava para uma visita ao Norte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foram momentos de muita amizade, carinho e de muitos "mimos" por parte de todos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aqui fica a foto a recordar os "antigos colegas da E.I.C." que lá se encontraram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98Z0MEEvtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-bJrRqfxjko/s1600/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467116857033277138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S98Z0MEEvtI/AAAAAAAAA0o/-bJrRqfxjko/s320/DSC00565.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Obrigada Jivá pela amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467468450010936626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BZll-OtTI/AAAAAAAAA34/LmIFXTHnjS8/s200/DSC00570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e pelas deliciosas atas no final do jantar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471541596422251442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7SF6yFo7I/AAAAAAAAA5M/G5YRaFC1ezE/s320/Entrada+da+E.I.C+0591.JPG" /&gt;E fomos visitar a nossa antiga Escola E.I.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7ZEsTo83I/AAAAAAAAA5s/jfkpKt6f2Gc/s1600/Lodge+do+Cajual+00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471549271937971058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7ZEsTo83I/AAAAAAAAA5s/jfkpKt6f2Gc/s320/Lodge+do+Cajual+00653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7ZkzzWPLI/AAAAAAAAA50/J9MSVFon-Jc/s1600/Elisa+e+Joao+Em+Vilanculos+00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471549823705824434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-7ZkzzWPLI/AAAAAAAAA50/J9MSVFon-Jc/s320/Elisa+e+Joao+Em+Vilanculos+00657.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Vilanculos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001420239418619867-5794745404459955731?l=macuadenacala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/feeds/5794745404459955731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001420239418619867&amp;postID=5794745404459955731' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/5794745404459955731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/5794745404459955731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/2010/04/aventura-em-africa.html' title='AVENTURA EM ÁFRICA - REVIVER MOÇAMBIQUE'/><author><name>Macua de Nacala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869692463515451732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SZyI9dJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAho/b9uecRCfbA8/S220/Digitalizar0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S-BRZ9I8QcI/AAAAAAAAA3w/EtwYkmH97RE/s72-c/Grupo+viagem+20.03.10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867.post-1438847855787346582</id><published>2009-09-02T20:41:00.043+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:51:39.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS DE NAMPULA e NACALA (da minha infância)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Sp7G5NS4CNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/1i5uS6hC5xc/s1600-h/Emp.+do+B.N.U.-+Nampula+1972+despedida+Sr.+Celso+Paiva+025.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Sp7G5NS4CNI/AAAAAAAAAoE/1i5uS6hC5xc/s320/Emp.+do+B.N.U.-+Nampula+1972+despedida+Sr.+Celso+Paiva+025.jpg" lk="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Quem se lembra destas caras lindas do BNU-Nampula, &lt;strong&gt;na despedida do&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gerente Celso Paiva, em 1972? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;Começando pelo lado Esquerdo&lt;strong&gt; em pé:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;color:blue;"&gt;Ivone Rente Coelho; Liliete; Ondina G.Carvalho; Guida Dias; Graça Abrantes; Linda; Ivone Machado; Ivone Campos; Mª dos Prazeres; Elisa Baptista; Marília; esposa de Carlos Andrade; ?? ; filha do Dr. Casimiro; Elisa Pinto (eu).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em baixo:&lt;/strong&gt; Marinela; Ana Maria; Zita Santana; Irene Barriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;................................................&lt;br /&gt;Depois de eu ter organizado o encontro dos amigos estudantes de Nampula, pensei começar a procurar os colegas do &lt;strong&gt;B.N.U. Nacala e Nampula&lt;/strong&gt;. Consegui “&lt;em&gt;reencontrar&lt;/em&gt;” a maioria através dum colega que esteve no Serviço de Pessoal do Banco em Lourenço Marques ( o Furtado) e que tinha a listagens dos nomes e grande parte das moradas. ”&lt;em&gt;Uma riqueza”…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Marquei o encontro para o dia &lt;strong&gt;28 de Março de 2oo9&lt;/strong&gt; e esteve para não se realizar por haver poucas inscrições até uns 15 dias antes. Houve quem me desse “&lt;em&gt;uma força&lt;/em&gt;” para não desistir e realmente achei que valeu a pena. Os que vieram foi porque eram realmente meus amigos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Ana Martelo; Carqueijeiro (Tóbé); Euclides Guerra; Fernando Figueiredo; Guedes Costa; João P. Oliveira; José Morais; Manuela Ferrão; Maria Conceição; (Concha); Maria Prazeres; Mugeiro; José Pereira Baptista; Joaquim Pires Claro; Rocho de Almeida; José Rosa Alves; Santana Fernandes; Manuel S. Resende; Teresa Magalhães.&lt;br /&gt;Houve como sempre, pessoas que não se viam desde aqueles “&lt;em&gt;belos tempos&lt;/em&gt;”…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Só por isto já tinha valido a pena este encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Foi uma tarde bem passada onde teve programa cultural (&lt;em&gt;o Coral Cantábilis a que pertenço, encantou-nos,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;com alguns momentos musicais muito agradáveis).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois deste convívio pensei: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Só falta mesmo "redescobir" os meus amiguinhos de infância de Nacala. &lt;strong&gt;Já lá vão mais de 50&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ANOS&lt;/strong&gt;, será muito difícil realizar este sonho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar principalmente os "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amiguinhos da Escola Primária&lt;/strong&gt;",&lt;/em&gt; conforme foto abaixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Sq6qzhL4dpI/AAAAAAAAAoM/lXnqPV5I59M/s1600-h/Alunos+da+Escola+Nacala+1956+0017.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Sq6qzhL4dpI/AAAAAAAAAoM/lXnqPV5I59M/s320/Alunos+da+Escola+Nacala+1956+0017.jpg" mq="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mas… como não sou mulher para desistir, tive a felicidade de este ano , ir ao "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encontro de estudantes de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nampula", que se realizou em Mira no dia 25 de Abril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;A amiga Dalila (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;que era de Nacala também&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/em&gt; chamou-me e disse-me que andava lá uma pessoa com uma foto na mão a perguntar se havia alguém de Nacala, no encontro, para saber se conheciam alguma pessoa &lt;em&gt;daquela foto??!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me aproximei e vi a foto (&lt;em&gt;a mesma que eu tenho com os alunos e Professora de Noronha no Ano&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de 1955/56)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e olhei para o crachá que ele tinha ao peito: “&lt;strong&gt;Ferrer”- &lt;/strong&gt;nem queria acreditar, que estava ali um antigo aluno da Escola Primária de Nacala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Abraçámo-nos e logo o conduzi a outra pessoa que lá estava e era daquele tempo: &lt;strong&gt;a Isabel Carmo Almeida.&lt;/strong&gt; Os dois abraçados, choraram de alegria e emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Perguntei –lhe se sabia de mais alguém ao que me respondeu que apenas sabia que o &lt;strong&gt;Genito&lt;/strong&gt; (Eugénio Cortez), era advogado em Lisboa. Para mim já era muito. Através de uma amiga advogada e com o nome completo, através da ordem de Advogados, lá chegaria. E assim foi.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei o tempo que estivemos ao telefone quando lhe liguei…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-“como me descobriste”?!&lt;/strong&gt; – &lt;em&gt;foi a pergunta fatal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ele logo soube da irmã e mais outro amigo e por um se chega a outro e mais outro e cá vou eu organizar mais um encontro de amigos “&lt;strong&gt;MACUAS”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamos todos “&lt;em&gt;eufóricos&lt;/em&gt;” com o reencontro que esperamos seja muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muita pena que ninguém saiba do paradeiro das minhas amiguinhas &lt;strong&gt;Isabel Vasconcelo&lt;/strong&gt;s (filha do piloto da barra de Fernão Veloso) e Lurdes Santos mais conhecida por &lt;strong&gt;Milú Patalica&lt;/strong&gt; que dizem ter emigrado para a África do Sul (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;quem sabe se um dia as voltarei a vêr...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;A Professora D. Madalena&lt;br /&gt;e algumas das meninas em 1957.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fundo a&lt;strong&gt; Sara Abreu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A 1ª é a Belita Cortês.&lt;/strong&gt; Quem são as outras???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;(quem souber p.f. pode-me dizer??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Sq6uSaXORFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xyKQvASx0a4/s1600-h/Prof.+Madalena+e+alunas+1957+0006.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Sq6uSaXORFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/xyKQvASx0a4/s400/Prof.+Madalena+e+alunas+1957+0006.jpg" mq="true" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente chegou o dia “D”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O dia tão esperado por todos nós que já nem se conheciam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como foi bom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Belinha Estorninho, por exemplo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu em frente às Piscinas Municipais, (onde combinei o encontro) para quem quisesse,fazer um pequeno passeio pela baixa de Leiria junto ao Rio Lis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Eu tinha um chapéu branco na cabeça e o Sol estava abrasador (&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;cerca de 31º&lt;/span&gt;). Parou um carro e alguém saiu de dentro que me disse a sorrir: “&lt;strong&gt;Sou eu sou&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reconhecia e abraçámo-nos de emoção mas, ao mesmo tempo rindo com muita alegria. A filha mais velha que veio com ela disse-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Só poderia ser a Elisa, com ar feliz e de chapéu na cabeça, como uma Africana"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que delícia de comentário…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia estava muito quente.e abafado. No Restaurante “ &lt;em&gt;O Casarão, na Azoia&lt;/em&gt;”, os que iam chegando, ninguém pensava nos aperitivos que tinham à frente debaixo das sombras das árvores e de um lindo jardim. &lt;strong&gt;As emoções eram muito fortes&lt;/strong&gt;. O “&lt;em&gt;recordar&lt;/em&gt;” tempos idos e olhar para aquelas caras &lt;em&gt;um pouco&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;desconhecidas?!&lt;/em&gt; que algumas só recordamos da nossa menenice, mas que ao mesmo tempo pareciam que &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca tinham deixado de existir nas nossas vidas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sara Abreu e a Belita Cortês com a minha irmã Mabilia&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; que tinham sido muito amigas em crianças, não deixavam de falar, falar... , recordando as brincadeiras de infância. Havia que reatar o tempo perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como gosto de fazer as minhas “&lt;em&gt;surpresas”,&lt;/em&gt; preparei para depois do nosso repasto, um &lt;strong&gt;Photostory com as fotos de infância que tinha&lt;/strong&gt;, com música Moçambicana, que a todos comoveu. Depois foi a vez de eu cantar as minhas quadras e ler um bonito poema Africano, alusivo a Angola, mas que &lt;em&gt;eu adaptei para um &lt;strong&gt;Poema Moçambicano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houve fotos, risos, alegria e muita “música tropical”, que levei para recordar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também houve momentos de alguma lágrima “&lt;em&gt;escondida”&lt;/em&gt; que teimava em aparecer, quando a dada altura o amigo &lt;strong&gt;Genito e a Isabel Almeida,&lt;/strong&gt; pediram a palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Ele recordando a infância, disse coisas &lt;em&gt;“lindas&lt;/em&gt;” que me emocionaram, e porque algumas são um elogio não devo aqui transcrever ( &lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;também lembrou que foi o meu pai quem construiu a 1ª Escola&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Primária de Nacala&lt;strong&gt; em 1953&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;A Isabel referiu sobretudo ;"toda a família Oliveira", mas que os meus pais&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sempre foram&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;amigos de todos&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(recebiam em casa tanto o "&lt;em&gt;Sr.Engenheiro"&lt;/em&gt;, como o “&lt;em&gt;simples operário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”).&lt;em&gt; Que o meu pai era transmissor de valores e de união entre a Família.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Que prezava muito a nossa amizade."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E terminou depois com um elogio ao meu marido que muito apreciei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Pinto é o homem da retaguarda, que ajuda na sombra".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E finalizou desta forma:&lt;br /&gt;- "A&lt;em&gt;trás duma grande mulher está sempre um grande homem"!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E é bem verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; Sem ele, eu não seria a mesma Elisa”!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SstFbAYqbxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Lnf4wJ9Stxk/s1600-h/Elisa+e+Isabel+num+Abra%C3%A7o+26.09.09+.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SstFbAYqbxI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Lnf4wJ9Stxk/s320/Elisa+e+Isabel+num+Abra%C3%A7o+26.09.09+.jpg" r="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;- Agradeço a Deus este momento que proporcionei a todos que puderam vir.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;strong&gt;Carlos Ferrer&lt;/strong&gt; que mora em Espinho, ficou de dar continuidade a este &lt;strong&gt;1º grande acontecimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vou deixar abaixo as quadras feitas que cantei, para recordar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A "grande surpresa e revelação" foi o Genito Cortez tocar tão bem viola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SskFki9gu0I/AAAAAAAAApU/eT4Vserh-94/s1600-h/As+meninas+da+Prim%C3%A1ria+j%C3%A1+crescida+.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SskFki9gu0I/AAAAAAAAApU/eT4Vserh-94/s320/As+meninas+da+Prim%C3%A1ria+j%C3%A1+crescida+.JPG" r="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:xx-small;"&gt;Como as senhoras são muito "&lt;em&gt;vaidosas",&lt;/em&gt; quiseram tirar uma foto sem os homens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;estão bem felizes, podem crer.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SskJqVebnYI/AAAAAAAAAps/2VM53JEZl5k/s1600-h/Grupo+da+escola+primaria+-+2009.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SskJqVebnYI/AAAAAAAAAps/2VM53JEZl5k/s320/Grupo+da+escola+primaria+-+2009.JPG" r="true" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;O grupo que se reuniu passados mais de 50 anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;São eles:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Isabel C.Almeida, Suzete Monteiro, Elisa Oliveira; Mabília Oliveira, Isabel Estorninho, Anabela Cortez, Carlos Ferrer, Sara Abreu, Eugénio Cortez, João Meireles e Alice Rosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SskCNVpoe-I/AAAAAAAAApM/xM_dooHTaFI/s1600/Fotos+Elisa,+Mabilia+e+Genito+a+tocar+.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SstE9r4aeaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xW3uOvKeKrA/s1600-h/Tina+e+meus+netos+na+Festa+Set.+2009+.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SstE9r4aeaI/AAAAAAAAAp0/xW3uOvKeKrA/s320/Tina+e+meus+netos+na+Festa+Set.+2009+.jpg" r="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SstG5xGmmUI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tD8FX99L66w/s1600-h/Carlos+Eugenio+Meirels+na+cavaqueira+.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SstG5xGmmUI/AAAAAAAAAqU/tD8FX99L66w/s320/Carlos+Eugenio+Meirels+na+cavaqueira+.jpg" r="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SstGdlZvDPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YT8Fd7KGsfM/s1600-h/Isaber+Estorninho+mostrando+fotos+antigas+.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SstGdlZvDPI/AAAAAAAAAqM/YT8Fd7KGsfM/s320/Isaber+Estorninho+mostrando+fotos+antigas+.jpg" r="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(56,118,29)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acima&lt;/strong&gt; ficaram registadas em fotos, diversos momentos d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(56,118,29)"&gt;o nosso convívio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#38761d;"&gt;Aqui em baixo fica o vídeo com as fotos da Infância, feito para a ocasião...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310575308143553506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbL0Gyrba-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/UIypQMZu_JY/s320/Foto+quadro++Teclar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gostaria agora de falar de outra faceta da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sempre gostei de estudar&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o meu pai dizia, que se deve aprender até morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Após a reforma, inscrevi-me na Academia de Cultura, em várias disciplinas.&lt;strong&gt;Em finais do &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ano escolar de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2006,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; uma professora&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; falou-me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;num projecto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que andava a decorrer havia já um ano na &lt;strong&gt;E.S.E.L&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Escola Superior de Educação de Leiria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e que iria reiniciar em Setembro de 2006. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chamava-se &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROJECTO TECLAR&lt;/strong&gt; - e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nsinar e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aprender entre gerações com tecnologias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tendo a interacção de uma Escola Primária (&lt;em&gt;alunos do 4º ano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isso entusiasmou-me muito e em Setembro desse ano fui com o meu marido ao primeiro dia de aulas e ficámos. A professora Joana Viana, criadora do Projecto, era uma jovem muito simpática que logo nos acolheu muito bem. Já tinham um Blog. (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;projectoteclar.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) onde todos participavam e que achámos "&lt;em&gt;muito rico&lt;/em&gt;". Iríamos aprender também a fazer um Blog e a inserir imagens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso aqui estou num Blog próprio que comecei em Maio de 2007.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Projecto daquele ano entrava a Escola Paulo VI (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com a professora Conceição&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Silveirinha)&lt;/span&gt; e o projecto :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbT7lME5eVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/FSjWgcnWuug/s1600-h/Elisa+Joao+e+alunos-+ESEL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 251px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311146476892158290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbT7lME5eVI/AAAAAAAAAjY/FSjWgcnWuug/s320/Elisa+Joao+e+alunos-+ESEL.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estudar as 7 Maravilhas de Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" (a serem votadas em Junho 2007). Os alunos e os mais idosos foram divididos em grupos. O meu grupo estudou "&lt;em&gt;O Convento de Cristo em&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tomar&lt;/em&gt;" e entre as alunos acabei por me "&lt;em&gt;prender&lt;/em&gt;" á Jéssica (&lt;em&gt;pois senti que ela precisava muito&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;em&gt;carinho e compreensão&lt;/em&gt;). O ambiente na sala era óptimo e começou a criar-se uma relação muito boa entre todos os colegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbT325A71OI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qKM7GMaH1Nk/s1600-h/2008-+Ant%C3%B3nio,+Miguel++Carlos+e+eu+(Large).JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311142382966396130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbT325A71OI/AAAAAAAAAjI/qKM7GMaH1Nk/s320/2008-+Ant%C3%B3nio,+Miguel++Carlos+e+eu+(Large).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Ano lectivo de 2007/08,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; o Projecto abrangeu a &lt;strong&gt;Escola B da&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cruz da Areia ,&lt;/strong&gt; Turma 4D (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com a professora Conceição Coelho e mais três estagiárias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. O estudo foi : A &lt;strong&gt;Carta da Terra- Agenda XXI-&lt;/strong&gt; Aqui as crianças eram tratadas pelos "&lt;strong&gt;mais pequenos&lt;/strong&gt;" e nós "&lt;strong&gt;Os mais crescidos&lt;/strong&gt;".O meu grupo composto pelo "&lt;em&gt;crescido"&lt;/em&gt; Carlos Curado e os "&lt;em&gt;pequenos&lt;/em&gt;" :António Rola; Francisco Miguel; João Miguel; e João Vitor. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tema:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PROTECTORES DA NATUREZA&lt;/span&gt;- animais em via de extinção&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o lince, o falcão, o urso polar e a lontra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Decidimos que iríamos apresentar este trabalho em PowerPoint. Assim, era mais uma coisa que eu gostava de aprender e que teria mesmo de o fazer. Os trabalhos foram apresentados na própria Escola, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no dia 23 de Fevereiro 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, com os pais dos alunos, familiares e amigos e esteve muito bem nas suas diversas vertentes:&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Blog, P.Point, criação de um livro e dramatização&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Foi uma grande festa que terminou com um lanche e muita alegria.. Nesta ligação, criaram-se amizades e todos sentem já "&lt;em&gt;saudades &lt;/em&gt;" deste Projecto que dizem &lt;em&gt;irá terminar no mês de Maio p.f.(?!) &lt;/em&gt;Como foi "&lt;em&gt;gratificante&lt;/em&gt;" ter entrado neste audacioso Projecto da Joana, que é uma ternura a ensinar esta "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;geração dos que sendo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reformados, querem aprender as novas tecnologias&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui deixo as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quadras que fiz , para o encerramento da interacção com a Escola:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbLjV56A4kI/AAAAAAAAAiw/0b4do_0nOZg/s1600-h/Digitalizar0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310556876084142658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbLjV56A4kI/AAAAAAAAAiw/0b4do_0nOZg/s320/Digitalizar0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais novos e mais crescidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juntaram as suas mãos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Num projecto bem unidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cantando a mesma canção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Proteger o ambiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E também a Natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vamos ficar tão contentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Disso eu tenho a certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Terra vamos amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E os animais, também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Da água vamos cuidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para nosso próprio bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora a terminar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dizer com muita emoção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi bom convosco estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num projecto em UNIÃO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Ano Escolar 2008/2009&lt;/strong&gt; na ESEL, começou com um "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;novo projecto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os antigos alunos, que aderissem, teriam aulas ás Quartas-Feiras de manhã, e na parte de tarde seriam "&lt;em&gt;colaboradores&lt;/em&gt;" com a Professora Joana numa turma para iniciados (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os caloiros do 60+),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; neste mesmo projecto de "&lt;em&gt;aprendizagem das novas Tecnologias&lt;/em&gt;". A nossa turma seria dividida em grupos de 3 e assim não seria preciso irmos todos ás quartas feiras de tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Também iríamos começar uma nova experiência,já que desta vez sería com crianças do 1ºD (antiga 1ª&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;classe)&lt;/span&gt; ou seja,&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; os mais pequeninos que estão a começar a aprende a ler e escrever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, também na mesma Escola do Ano anterior (Cruz da Areia). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;De inicio iremos contar-lhes "&lt;em&gt;lenga-lengas, fazer rimas, e adivinhas"&lt;/em&gt;. Posteriormente em grupos, iremos &lt;strong&gt;reinventar uma história partindo do tema:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As histórias que por aqui passam... As histórias que são nossas"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E aqui fica o "&lt;em&gt;grupo"&lt;/em&gt; que comigo vai "&lt;em&gt;trabalhar&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbLh_LCpoUI/AAAAAAAAAio/nGg9IGx2oCE/s1600-h/Grupu+C.A.+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310555386035151170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbLh_LCpoUI/AAAAAAAAAio/nGg9IGx2oCE/s320/Grupu+C.A.+2009+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; +&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crescidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Graciete, Ilídio; Elisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.-+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pequenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ana Carolina, Mª João e João Miguel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Meu Grupo decidiu chamar-se &lt;strong&gt;"OS FOFINHOS"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de termos criado a história "&lt;strong&gt;UM DIA PASSADO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NA FLORESTA&lt;/strong&gt;", decidimos fazê-lo em Photostory com imagens da Internet, desenhos feitos pelas crianças e gravação das vozes de todos nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje dia 30 de Maio de 2009, foi o "GRANDE DIA"&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fez-se a apresentação de todos os trabalhos dos seguintes grupos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Maravilha"; "O Céu"; "Os Palhaços"; Os Fofinhos"; "Os Golfinhos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e por fim o "Nemo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estiveram presentes também os alunos antigos do 4 D da C.Areia, (agora na quinta Classe) que nos quiseram fazer suspresa e "matar saudades".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SkU4ZpBZzXI/AAAAAAAAAnk/sLjWh_AuiQU/s1600-h/Foto+do+Grupo+Fofinhos+na+ESEL-+27-05-09+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351745745359326578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SkU4ZpBZzXI/AAAAAAAAAnk/sLjWh_AuiQU/s320/Foto+do+Grupo+Fofinhos+na+ESEL-+27-05-09+154.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A fotografia tirada no último dia de aulas &lt;strong&gt;(20/05/09) &lt;/strong&gt;com o nosso grupo, no &lt;strong&gt;jardim da ESECSL- Leiria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 de Junho de 2009:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E para terminar a informação do TECLAR, direi com muita pena, mas... acabou! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Claro que tudo tem um fim.,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desta vez o nosso TECLAR, terminou definitivamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Embora muito tristes, a Professora Joana despediu-se dizendo que foi muito bom, que todos tínhamos aprendido e criado relação. Para não "desistirmos" de nos encontrar, de comemorar, mas que o Projecto ía mesmo acabar. Ela com o "Mestrado" a acabar, irá começar com o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Doutoramento e outras etapas da vida irão acontecer certamente.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SkVBNFviyQI/AAAAAAAAAns/6lcTNolb_Sg/s1600-h/Final+do+ano+2009-+Alunos+do+Teclar+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351755425335396610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SkVBNFviyQI/AAAAAAAAAns/6lcTNolb_Sg/s320/Final+do+ano+2009-+Alunos+do+Teclar+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que lhe podemos desejar é que tenha boa sorte, pois sentimos que foi mesmo muito bom para todos os que a conheceram e trabalharam neste "belo projecto", como eu sempre disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Esta a é a foto que tirámos no encerramento do Ano lectivo e do Projecto (24/06/09).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001420239418619867-2085640510467173841?l=macuadenacala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/feeds/2085640510467173841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001420239418619867&amp;postID=2085640510467173841' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/2085640510467173841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/2085640510467173841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/2009/03/apos-reforma-projecto-teclar.html' title='APÓS A REFORMA - PROJECTO TECLAR'/><author><name>Macua de Nacala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869692463515451732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SZyI9dJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAho/b9uecRCfbA8/S220/Digitalizar0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SbL0Gyrba-I/AAAAAAAAAjA/UIypQMZu_JY/s72-c/Foto+quadro++Teclar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867.post-688201689937777683</id><published>2008-02-23T10:40:00.042Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:15:15.215Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias em Moçambique- 2005'/><title type='text'>FINALMENTE O REGRESSO A MOÇAMBIQUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R9VjKPKIlRI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rwm6xaPVy90/s1600-h/Porto+de+Nacala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176152374251132178" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R9VjKPKIlRI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rwm6xaPVy90/s400/Porto+de+Nacala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Durante anos andei a "&lt;strong&gt;sonha&lt;/strong&gt;r" o dia em que pudesse voltar a visitar aquela que considero a "&lt;em&gt;minha terra&lt;/em&gt;"- &lt;strong&gt;Nacala.&lt;/strong&gt; Eu amava aquela terra, aquela gente que tinha sido tão "&lt;em&gt;enganada&lt;/em&gt;", como eu. O "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;macua",&lt;/strong&gt; é um povo&lt;/em&gt; simples, e amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos os anos fazia um PPR&lt;/em&gt;. Eu dizia que &lt;em&gt;era para um dia poder&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ir a Moçambique&lt;/em&gt;. Sabia que só receberia essa poupança aos 60 anos, mas também Moçambique , na altura, andava em guerra ; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frelimo contra a Renamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só tinha que ter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Esperança e aguardar.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente vi o sonho realizado&lt;/strong&gt;.Quando fiz os 60 anos, preparámos tudo para o embarque. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16 de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Novembro de 2005 foi o grande dia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Com mais dois casais amigos de Nampula , um deles (&lt;em&gt;João Rebelo&lt;/em&gt;), antigo colega da EIC e vizinho do Bairro Muala, onde vivi. Não queríamos ir sozinhos, após tantos anos de ausência, além de podermos partilhar despesas, contactos e alegrias. Eu e marido ficámos nas &lt;em&gt;Missionárias Combonianas de Nampula e de Nacala&lt;/em&gt;, congregação que desde sempre estivémos ligados e continuamos a ajudar. Lá sentir-nos-íamos em família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos amigos contactaram alguns amigos antigos e lá nos esperavam no dia &lt;strong&gt;17 de Novembro&lt;/strong&gt;, o Benjamim Redolfo (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Africano&lt;/span&gt;) e a Maria José, casada com o José Baptista, que nunca tinham vindo para Portugal.&lt;em&gt; Que grande surpresa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite, eu e o João, não conseguimos dormir de tanta emoção ajudada pelo "&lt;em&gt;barulho&lt;/em&gt;"das árvores e o calor (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mais de 30ºs&lt;/span&gt;.). A Maria José tinha ido mostrar-nos a "&lt;em&gt;nova Nampula",&lt;/em&gt; antes de nos conduzir á casa das Irmãs. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As Missionárias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Combonianas, moram um pouco distantes da cidade, no Bairro de S.José, perto do Matadouro&lt;/span&gt;. Quando ás 4h da manhã o sono estava a "&lt;em&gt;vencer-nos&lt;/em&gt;", começou a ouvir-se, o &lt;em&gt;chilreal dos passarinhos e o dia a amanhecer&lt;/em&gt;. Levantámo-nos e lembrámo-nos de outros tempos -&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;ver o nascer do Sol, sentir a aragem fresca da manhã, ver a vida a &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;palpitar&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176158765162468642" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R9Vo-PKIlSI/AAAAAAAAARA/F94KoAO2o1s/s400/papaieira.jpg" /&gt;Depois do "&lt;em&gt;mata-bicho&lt;/em&gt;", muito simples, mas onde não faltou a &lt;em&gt;saborosa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;papaia,&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;banana maçã e as deliciosas mangas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, fomos ter com os n/amigos hospedados numa residencial perto do Clube Ferroviário, para irmos passear e vêr uma Nampula "&lt;em&gt;diferente",&lt;/em&gt; com muita &lt;em&gt;garotada&lt;/em&gt; a tentar vender as "&lt;em&gt;suas artes&lt;/em&gt;" e o &lt;em&gt;pau-preto&lt;/em&gt;, de que aquele Povo é mesmo artista! O comércio estava pràticamente todo nas mãos dos "&lt;em&gt;monhés&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXI6i1mVjpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/kJeOhUFSm9M/s1600-h/Catedral+de+Nampula"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292356882291592850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXI6i1mVjpI/AAAAAAAAAfE/kJeOhUFSm9M/s320/Catedral+de+Nampula" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma pequena informação histórica sobre a bela e imponente Catedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Catedral Nª Srª de Fátima, foi a &lt;strong&gt;1ª Catedral do mundo&lt;/strong&gt; dedicada a &lt;strong&gt;Nossa Senhora de Fátima.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi sagrada no dia 23/08/1956&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, pelo Cardeal D.Teodósio. Quando em &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1984 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a guerra atingiu a provìncia de Nampula, iniciou-se na Catedral, às Sextas-feiras, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a celebração da Paz&lt;/span&gt;. (era Bispo de então, D.Manuel Vieira Pinto). Quando em &lt;strong&gt;1992&lt;/strong&gt; foi assinado o Acordo de Paz passou a denominar-se também "&lt;strong&gt;Mãe da Paz."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos sido recomendados pelos amigos para não comprarmos nada na rua, porque poderiam &lt;em&gt;roubar-nos&lt;/em&gt; a carteira, (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou o telemóvel que eles tanto gostam&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando nos encontrávamos com negros antigos, mais velhos, mesmo desconhecidos, tratavam-nos com todo o respeito e até carinho. Perguntavam se era a 1ª vez que lá íamos e diziam : "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;são Portugueses"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;não são Estrangeiros!&lt;br /&gt;Muito interessante! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 18&lt;/strong&gt; apanhámos "&lt;em&gt;boleia&lt;/em&gt;" de mais um "&lt;em&gt;dos antigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" (o Correia Mendes) que estava em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cooperação por parte da C.G.D. no B.C.F)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Levou-nos até á nossa querida Nacala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXI7GKE2E0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Fzkj1AI9r7Y/s1600-h/Ac%C3%A1cia+em+Nacala+2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292357489083683650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXI7GKE2E0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/Fzkj1AI9r7Y/s400/Ac%C3%A1cia+em+Nacala+2005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta linda acácia fica na rotunda da estrada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que vai de Nacala a Nacala-velha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170173088358406786" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R8AlB_bjGoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/1yK2mjhpr5M/s200/Ponte+de+Nacala+Velha++Mo%C3%A7ambique,++Novembro+2005.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E esta é a praia de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nacala-a-Velha&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170174866474867346" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R8AmpfbjGpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/HsoIfUiamr4/s200/Pr%C3%A9dio+do+Oliveira+em+Nacal+em++Novembro+2005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aqui um prédio que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;era do meu pai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aqui em baixo a casa que era nossa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R8ALTfbjGkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/phjR6HtC3WU/s1600-h/Minha+casa++em+Nacala,++Novembro,2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144801703795266" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R8ALTfbjGkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/phjR6HtC3WU/s200/Minha+casa++em+Nacala,++Novembro,2005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A Missão ficava no mato, pois é um empreendimento novo- uma &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escola de Formação Feminina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; muito boa, como só os Missionários sabem ter. Apenas com quatro freiras, 3 professoras e uma enfermeira, de várias Nacionalidades, gerem uma Escola a sério que vai desde o 5º Ano até ao 12º e com internamento das meninas que moram fora de Nacala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No &lt;strong&gt;Domingo dia 19&lt;/strong&gt; fomos à Missa à Catedral (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;antiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Igreja Nsª Srª da Boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Viagem e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;onde tínhamos casado&lt;/span&gt;). Queríamos ir recordar os nossos &lt;strong&gt;40 anos de casados, a fazer no próximo dia 8 Dezembro&lt;/strong&gt;. O Pároco quando soube quiz que no final déssemos o nosso testemunho da nossa "&lt;em&gt;longa vida de casal&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Eucaristia foi, como são em África, muito vividas, recheada de&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cânticos acompanhados de&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tambores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é vergonha dizer que chorei de emoção!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Catedral estava repleta de gente; crianças, jovens, adultos e anciãos, que rezavam, cantavam e batiam palmas. Acólitos (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com capulanas todas iguais&lt;/span&gt;), mulheres com capulanas garridas e bonitas. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma maestrina no coro. Tudo estava organizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agradeci a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deus aquele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como era bom estar ali!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois da Missa, fomos almoçar com um antigo amigo (europeu) o João Martins, ao novo resorte da&lt;strong&gt; bela&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;praia de Fernão Veloso. (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Conforme foto abaixo&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R8V2gPbjGtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Hrg6v6WMX6E/s1600-h/4JCAOV1EGACA1REMDSCAGJJQ0FCAR53CIQCA4S1OCMCAOB12+-NACALA.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R8g5UgDTFbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MZZWPRaaksI/s1600-h/Fern%C3%A3o+Veloso-+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172447196398949810" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R8g5UgDTFbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/MZZWPRaaksI/s320/Fern%C3%A3o+Veloso-+praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foi interessante que na praia e quando andámos a passear pela cidade, alguns africanos se nos dirigiram a dizer " &lt;em&gt;com que então, 40 anos de casados&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tinham estado na missa). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como não tínhamos "&lt;em&gt;transporte próprio&lt;/em&gt;", chegámos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;também a andar de "&lt;em&gt;chapa&lt;/em&gt;", nome dado a uma carrinha de 9 lugares (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que levavam mais de 10&lt;/span&gt; pessoas&lt;/em&gt;). Quando nos viram a andar a pé, pararam e mesmo cheia, sentaram-se no chão e cederam-nos dois lugares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O custo era de 50 "&lt;em&gt;contos&lt;/em&gt;", &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(como eles diziam&lt;/span&gt;), ou seja: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50 .000 Meticais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (não chegava a €-2,00). Fomos também visitar um antigo continuo do BNU, o Xavier, que era agora "&lt;em&gt;apontado&lt;/em&gt;r" duma firma. A alegria foi enorme quando nos reconheceu. Depois do abraço agradeceu o termos ido visitá-lo (&lt;em&gt;foi uma honra, disse-nos&lt;/em&gt;). E foi também ele visitar-nos no dia seguinte. Contou-nos "&lt;em&gt;coisas incríveis&lt;/em&gt;" que se passaram quando todo o pessoal "&lt;em&gt;cooperante&lt;/em&gt;" veio embora e só ficaram negros no Banco. Os &lt;em&gt;"problemas&lt;/em&gt;" que surgiram com o antigo "&lt;em&gt;pessoal menor&lt;/em&gt;" (&lt;em&gt;sem qualificações&lt;/em&gt;) como ele, que passaram á &lt;em&gt;"carteira&lt;/em&gt;" mas que ... nada ou pouco sabiam de Banco. Os "&lt;em&gt;roubos e as falcatruas&lt;/em&gt;", começaram. Quando eram descobertos, eram logo despedidos, ficando no desemprego numa época tão difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Nampula&lt;/strong&gt;, por exemplo, encontrámos um antigo colega do B.N.U., que eu tinha preparado para me substituir e agora era gerente doutro Banco. Este, pessoa responsável e inteligente, que nos disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;O pessoal do BNU sabia ensinar, era exigente, mesmo que houvesse um centavo de diferença não se fechava o dia sem se descobrir onde era o erro. Aprendi muito convosco!&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas quando falámos sobre as nossas casas, indústrias, enfim tudo o que "&lt;em&gt;perdemos&lt;/em&gt;", disse-nos:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós nem seque soubemos conservar o que nos deixaram"!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXJAYwOCFEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ifAehmxTPd4/s1600-h/Catedral+do+Maputo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292363306118550594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXJAYwOCFEI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ifAehmxTPd4/s320/Catedral+do+Maputo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passámos ainda 4 dias no &lt;strong&gt;Maputo, &lt;/strong&gt;onde encontrámos um amigo "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doutros tempos de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estudantes&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;, o Manuel C. Viola, que nos recebeu "&lt;em&gt;5 estrelas&lt;/em&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;Visitámos tudo o que pudémos (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o antigo e o novo, pois já há novas construções&lt;/span&gt;). Tentei depois "&lt;em&gt;descobrir&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;duas antigas colegas do BNU- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lee Choi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; que soube que vivia no Maputo e a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Felizarda Castilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; que agora trabalhava em &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Inhambane &lt;/span&gt;e fazia rádio. Depois de uns telefonemas para colher informações, e marcar os "&lt;em&gt;encontros&lt;/em&gt;", passámos um dia bem divertido, todas juntas, recordando &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SYdzVjmK7GI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2vyfY3_R1t4/s1600-h/2005+Lee+Elisa+e+Felizarda+.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298330300794465378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SYdzVjmK7GI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2vyfY3_R1t4/s320/2005+Lee+Elisa+e+Felizarda+.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;em&gt;outros tempos&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E no dia &lt;strong&gt;30 de Dezembro&lt;/strong&gt;, como não podia deixar de ser e para despedida, fomos jantar (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apenas marisco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;com os amigos Manuel Viola e Zé Avelar, &lt;strong&gt;ao antigo Restaurante na sempre maravilhosa Costa do Sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXI5FO9bfbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dNZfslSH9P0/s1600-h/Restaurante+na+Costa+do+Sol-Maputo"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292355274191633842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXI5FO9bfbI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dNZfslSH9P0/s400/Restaurante+na+Costa+do+Sol-Maputo" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KANIMANBO AMIGOS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foram dias "&lt;em&gt;maravilhosos"&lt;/em&gt; que jamais esqueceremos&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finalizando poderei dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Saldo foi positivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Valeu a pena e desejo tudo de bom para aquele País, que começa a desenvolver-se e a ser reconstuido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Quem sabe se um dia voltarei!!!????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lá que gostar, gostava:....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001420239418619867-688201689937777683?l=macuadenacala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/feeds/688201689937777683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001420239418619867&amp;postID=688201689937777683' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/688201689937777683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/688201689937777683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/2008/02/finalmente-o-regresso-moambique.html' title='FINALMENTE O REGRESSO A MOÇAMBIQUE'/><author><name>Macua de Nacala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869692463515451732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SZyI9dJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAho/b9uecRCfbA8/S220/Digitalizar0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/R9VjKPKIlRI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Rwm6xaPVy90/s72-c/Porto+de+Nacala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867.post-2773914443648913495</id><published>2007-05-26T18:23:00.038+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:18:10.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anos  19554/55 LUMBO e 1955/77 - NACALA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JlEEnAIMFg/Tlz8x7PhAAI/AAAAAAAABQE/i_CwJjl7Rqw/s1600/1%25C2%25AA%2Bcomunh%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2BElisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646665967462318082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JlEEnAIMFg/Tlz8x7PhAAI/AAAAAAAABQE/i_CwJjl7Rqw/s400/1%25C2%25AA%2Bcomunh%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2BElisa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A minha 1ª Comunhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1954 no Lumbo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sou a 2ª.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;O Celebrante é o P.e Vieira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1ª Comunhão e Profissão de Fé com todo o grupo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0A4fR27LZQs/TdTWPNtIRoI/AAAAAAAABE4/rQVo6xNQ4os/s1600/Lumbo-%2B1%25C2%25AA%2Bcomunh%25C3%25A3o%2BElisa%2B1955%2B0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RsWKYTX-1wI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uflVAoLCXzk/s1600-h/Crian%C3%A7as+do+Ferrovi%C3%A1rio+do+Lumbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6IRonsHt2Es/Tlz0Gugj9uI/AAAAAAAABOM/95xMg7dMrJQ/s1600/Lumbo-%2B1%25C2%25AA%2Bcomunh%25C3%25A3o%2BElisa%2B1955%2B0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646656429216757474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6IRonsHt2Es/Tlz0Gugj9uI/AAAAAAAABOM/95xMg7dMrJQ/s320/Lumbo-%2B1%25C2%25AA%2Bcomunh%25C3%25A3o%2BElisa%2B1955%2B0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26/06/1954 Clube Ferroviário -Lumbo 1954&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwLqHqU6dDg/Tlz0agifRsI/AAAAAAAABOU/QCr81sG6zHc/s1600/Lumbo%2Bem%2B1954%2Bno%2BClube%2BFerrovi%25C3%25A1rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646656769064126146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HwLqHqU6dDg/Tlz0agifRsI/AAAAAAAABOU/QCr81sG6zHc/s320/Lumbo%2Bem%2B1954%2Bno%2BClube%2BFerrovi%25C3%25A1rio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da a Dir/esq.:&lt;br /&gt;Sou a 2ª menina.; a 3ª é a Elisabete Dias, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;depois o Albano a 11ª é a Natália Oliveira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16ª Carlos Andrade depois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a Lena Martins, Rui Ribeirinho e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elisabete Lima &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escola Primária em Nacala 1956 com a Prof. "Noronha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646657642106491186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7aGe6gnksic/Tlz1NU4AkTI/AAAAAAAABOk/U2J6T2keg0Y/s400/Escola%252Bprim%25C3%25A1ria%252Bde%252BNacala%2B1955.jpg" /&gt;Em cima Esq./dir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel Vasconcelos; Mabília e Elisa Oliveira;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bébé Cabral; Alice Rosa, Eduarda Piedade (Nita); &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fernando Seabra; Eugénio Cortês (Genito);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Victor Agostinho; José Patacola; Toninho Cabral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em baixo: Isabel Estorninho(Belinha); Ana Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;? ; Anabela Cortês (Belita); Ica Cabral; João Meireles; Guta Cabral; ? Carlos Ferrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.06.1957 - Elisa em "La violetera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfjRrNG5La8/Tlz1dxh7M2I/AAAAAAAABOs/b20LTb7hzJI/s1600/Elisa%2Bem%2BLa%2BVioletera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 322px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646657924676399970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cfjRrNG5La8/Tlz1dxh7M2I/AAAAAAAABOs/b20LTb7hzJI/s400/Elisa%2Bem%2BLa%2BVioletera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em baixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suzete Monteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e Ana Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ve1B1W9XVU/Tlz3c41SF8I/AAAAAAAABPc/11jlsLNSXlk/s1600/1%25C2%25BA%2BCasa%2Bque%2Bmeu%2Bpai%2Bconstruiu%2Bem%2BNacala-%2B1957%2B0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646660108480026562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ve1B1W9XVU/Tlz3c41SF8I/AAAAAAAABPc/11jlsLNSXlk/s400/1%25C2%25BA%2BCasa%2Bque%2Bmeu%2Bpai%2Bconstruiu%2Bem%2BNacala-%2B1957%2B0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1ª casa que o meu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pai construiu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nacala:1957/1958&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(eu e Mabilia à frente) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-fGQMlCx9Q/Tlz1oF-q3HI/AAAAAAAABO0/ErAsCWjSHcw/s1600/E.I.C.%2Bmeninas%2Bdan%25C3%25A7ando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 305px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646658101964364914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A-fGQMlCx9Q/Tlz1oF-q3HI/AAAAAAAABO0/ErAsCWjSHcw/s400/E.I.C.%2Bmeninas%2Bdan%25C3%25A7ando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marcha da E.I.C. em 26/04/1959:&lt;br /&gt;Esq./dir.- Antonieta Dias; Lila Maria; Mª da Conceição; Elisa Oliveira ; Edite Rodrigues e Natália Oliveira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banda da Escola em "Kanimambo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUx8mMDwAAs/Tlz1zVdkT1I/AAAAAAAABO8/4Lc-dYzcaJI/s1600/Banda%2Be%2BGrupo%2Bda%2BE.I.C.%2B1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646658295099051858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wUx8mMDwAAs/Tlz1zVdkT1I/AAAAAAAABO8/4Lc-dYzcaJI/s400/Banda%2Be%2BGrupo%2Bda%2BE.I.C.%2B1960.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Solistas: Adelaide; Armanda e Elisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-H3wfY-G-w/Tlz2CpeOmhI/AAAAAAAABPE/beACYScp4R8/s1600/No%2BParque%2BFelgueiras%2Be%2BSousa%2B-%2B1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 311px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646658558168570386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-H3wfY-G-w/Tlz2CpeOmhI/AAAAAAAABPE/beACYScp4R8/s400/No%2BParque%2BFelgueiras%2Be%2BSousa%2B-%2B1962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Parque Felgueiras e Sousa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nampula 1962&lt;br /&gt;A criança é Belita (minha sobrinha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elisa; Elisabete; Mª José e Mª José Freitas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Bairro Muala- Nampula- 16/06/1963&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-soTtAkwBhRI/Tlz2Zw4JvwI/AAAAAAAABPM/2zPQDLYzmRc/s1600/1963-%2BB%25C2%25BA.%2BMu%25C3%25A1la.%2BNampula.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646658955293343490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-soTtAkwBhRI/Tlz2Zw4JvwI/AAAAAAAABPM/2zPQDLYzmRc/s400/1963-%2BB%25C2%25BA.%2BMu%25C3%25A1la.%2BNampula.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esq.João Rebelo; Maria Jesus; Nita; Mabília; Lino; Mª José; Elisa; Elisabete e Madail Mandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;crianças: Rui e Lena ; Belia e São&lt;br /&gt;05/05/1963 na Ilha de Moçambique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itzjlEvIchY/Tlz2o5wfStI/AAAAAAAABPU/EUKsF13yqJM/s1600/Riquex%25C3%25B3%2Bna%2BIlha%2B1963.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646659215375157970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-itzjlEvIchY/Tlz2o5wfStI/AAAAAAAABPU/EUKsF13yqJM/s400/Riquex%25C3%25B3%2Bna%2BIlha%2B1963.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No riquechó:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mª Jesus; Maria Rosário&lt;br /&gt;Elisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646661102763850658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJri5EaN6VI/Tlz4Ww1BO6I/AAAAAAAABPk/DS3IzCo3Goc/s400/Praia%2Bda%2BMelala%2B1968.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na praia "Tonecas"na Melala em 1969&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu com a Lee Choi Há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SExEqmCjam8/Tlz5U3y082I/AAAAAAAABPs/VAPQpv24qDg/s1600/P%25C3%25A1scoa%2Bde%2B1976%2BNacala.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646662169785594722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SExEqmCjam8/Tlz5U3y082I/AAAAAAAABPs/VAPQpv24qDg/s400/P%25C3%25A1scoa%2Bde%2B1976%2BNacala.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa de 1976&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao pé da Igreja:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frei Marcos; Irmã Clarisse;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os meus pais; irmã Modesta e o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catequista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-06fhx7gfre4/Tlz6DpkOgnI/AAAAAAAABP8/ZaT0OLwxCas/s1600/Elisa%2Be%2Bfilhas%2Bdespedida%2B1976.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646662973420110450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-06fhx7gfre4/Tlz6DpkOgnI/AAAAAAAABP8/ZaT0OLwxCas/s400/Elisa%2Be%2Bfilhas%2Bdespedida%2B1976.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agosto de 1976&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nacala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na despedida das minhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;filhas para Portugal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao lado da minha casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001420239418619867-2773914443648913495?l=macuadenacala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/feeds/2773914443648913495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001420239418619867&amp;postID=2773914443648913495' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/2773914443648913495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/2773914443648913495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/2007/05/anos-de-19561957-nacala.html' title='Anos  19554/55 LUMBO e 1955/77 - NACALA'/><author><name>Macua de Nacala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869692463515451732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SZyI9dJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAho/b9uecRCfbA8/S220/Digitalizar0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1JlEEnAIMFg/Tlz8x7PhAAI/AAAAAAAABQE/i_CwJjl7Rqw/s72-c/1%25C2%25AA%2Bcomunh%25C3%25A3o%2Bda%2BElisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867.post-7080968538093997146</id><published>2007-05-22T11:04:00.048+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:41:28.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NACALA - Moçambique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RlLBCgcGn-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/bhootsWKzQE/s1600-h/moambiquelm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067324779556937698" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RlLBCgcGn-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/bhootsWKzQE/s320/moambiquelm3.jpg" width="206" height="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era uma vez...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina que era muito "&lt;em&gt;envergonhada&lt;/em&gt;", mas que gostava muito de &lt;strong&gt;cantar e fazer teatro&lt;/strong&gt;. Isso serviu-lhe para que na Escola Primária , a aproveitassem para "&lt;em&gt;representações&lt;/em&gt;" diversas tais como: teatro, poesia e canções, principalmente no dia &lt;strong&gt;10 de Junho&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dia de Portugal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, para ela usar os seus "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;talentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" e assim ter começado a desinibir-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa menina chama-se: &lt;strong&gt;Elisa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Isto passou-se num lugar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muito distante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, na costa Oriental da &lt;strong&gt;África&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;num grande País que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moçambique.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viveu primeiramente numa terra chamada "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LUMBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", que ficava mesmo em frente da &lt;strong&gt;Ilha de Moçambique&lt;/strong&gt; ( &lt;strong&gt;1954/1955&lt;/strong&gt;). Como o pai era Ferroviário, foi transferido para &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nacala&lt;/span&gt; Porto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;., também conhecida pelos naturais como: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MAIAIA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NACALA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; tem uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; bela baía com o nome de: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernão Veloso&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; que fica a uns 12Km da localidade. De águas muito límpidas, onde se vê o fundo do &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_Fm7yDn8ZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/O6fG2m2Z2Y4/s1600/Praia+de+Fern%C3%A3o+Veloso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472268199467151762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_Fm7yDn8ZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/O6fG2m2Z2Y4/s200/Praia+de+Fern%C3%A3o+Veloso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mar é de um azul esverdeado que nos faz "&lt;em&gt;sonhar"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivíamos nessa altura, bem &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pertinho&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do mar... apenas uns &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;400/500 m da praia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imaginem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ue&lt;/span&gt; maravilha! &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Depois da Escola... zás,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mergulhinho&lt;/span&gt;.Com que saudades, recordo também as vezes que depois da Escola, íamos até ao "&lt;em&gt;mato"&lt;/em&gt; apanhar e comer as pequeninas "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maçanitas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;caju&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fruto ácido que dá a&lt;/span&gt; s&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aborosa castanha) ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o &lt;em&gt;jambalau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;e as boas e saborosas &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;manga&lt;/em&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;. As deliciosas &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;atas, goiabas e papaias&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; essas tínhamo&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_FgGd-gkFI/AAAAAAAAA6k/mKyJ5V0Fzog/s1600/jambalau.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-las nos nossos quintais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_FhaPpgf2I/AAAAAAAAA60/Bl66bYDY3jo/s1600/CajouTH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472262125736984418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_FhaPpgf2I/AAAAAAAAA60/Bl66bYDY3jo/s200/CajouTH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_Fgi11sWtI/AAAAAAAAA6s/KH9s-QA0kus/s1600/jambalau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472261173915966162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_Fgi11sWtI/AAAAAAAAA6s/KH9s-QA0kus/s200/jambalau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_FlIazf3mI/AAAAAAAAA68/v_9wUYnItrM/s1600/Atas+e+goiabas+DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472266217540542050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_FlIazf3mI/AAAAAAAAA68/v_9wUYnItrM/s200/Atas+e+goiabas+DSC00570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Que vida tão feliz e t&lt;/span&gt;ão descontraída!!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A povoação era constiuída por pequenas casas, algumas de madeira e zinco &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por isso muito quentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Só havia duas Estações do ano e o calor era mesmo abrasador- (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;transpirava-se o dia todo&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos de tomar o "&lt;em&gt;quinino",&lt;/em&gt; posteriormente substituído pela &lt;em&gt;"resoquina&lt;/em&gt;" por causa do paludismo e mesmo assim as febres quando vinham eram mesmo muito altas. Eu quando &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/S_FlIazf3mI/AAAAAAAAA68/v_9wUYnItrM/s1600/Atas+e+goiabas+DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;garota, porque tinha a pele muito branca, com o calor, ficava com o corpo todo cheio de umas borbulhinhas vermelhas que chamavam: "&lt;em&gt;líquen&lt;/em&gt;" e que davam muita comichão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também não se deveria andar a altas horas da noite pelo mato, já que havia ainda leões que se aproximavam das povoações (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e por vezes atacavam alguma palhota&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa altura, a carne que se comia, era apenas de caça e ou galinhas tão saborosas, se compravam aos negros que vinham vender em "&lt;em&gt;cangarras&lt;/em&gt;" ás casas dos europeus. Por isso, normalmente as pessoas tinham criação de animais em suas casas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou contar um caso que por ser interessante, mais parece &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;uma história&lt;/em&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A minha mãe teve sempre muitos animais de criação: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coelhos, galinhas, e patos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Um dia decidiu criar também um &lt;em&gt;leitãozinho&lt;/em&gt;. Dizia que era para um dia fazer a "&lt;em&gt;matança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; do porco"&lt;/em&gt; e fazer chouriços, morcelas, prezunto etc. como se fazia em Portugal. O "&lt;em&gt;leitãozinho&lt;/em&gt;" foi crescendo vendo os patos atrás da minha mãe, quando ela ía ao quintal dar-lhes de comer. Era de rir quando víamos os patos seguidos dos patinhos e por fim o leitão, seguirem a minha mãe para todo o lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acabou por se feiçoar tanto ao mesmo, que quando o meu pai viu que estava na altura de o matar, até pediu que não o fizesse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o nosso "mainato" Abacar, dizia&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ei meninas, eu nunca vistes coisa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;assim, "(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;parece chiquembo). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mas como vivíamos junto ao mar, não nos faltava o saboroso carapau, o peixe serra, as garopas, as lulas, já para não falar do excelente marisco. Fazia-se caril de caranguejo a maior parte dos Domingos e do camarão nem é bom lembrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SdPPiNi7wHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qmrarUuYn9c/s1600-h/uma%2Bquinhenta%2B-%2BMo%25C3%25A7_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 63px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319823771513372786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SdPPiNi7wHI/AAAAAAAAAl0/qmrarUuYn9c/s200/uma%2Bquinhenta%2B-%2BMo%25C3%25A7_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E o que nós comprávamos com apenas uma "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quinhenta"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Muito dinheiro na altura&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Também é célebre a frase dos "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mufanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"a pedir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;ei patrão,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;dá&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;quinhenta, por favor&lt;/em&gt;!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SdPYw-yGraI/AAAAAAAAAmM/FNy4V7l-sRk/s1600-h/um+batuque_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319833920853159330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SdPYw-yGraI/AAAAAAAAAmM/FNy4V7l-sRk/s320/um+batuque_jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Recordo ainda hoje os "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grandes batuques&lt;/em&gt;",&lt;/strong&gt; onde os negros aos fins de semana, dançavam e cantavam toda a noite, com a sua grande alegria e onde a mulher usava as lindas capulanas cheias de cores vivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A vida era calma, alegre e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;formávamos&lt;/span&gt; como que"&lt;em&gt;uma família&lt;/em&gt;". Não havia &lt;em&gt;"medos&lt;/em&gt;" nem "&lt;em&gt;roubos".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao Domingo,&lt;/strong&gt; a pequenada depois da missa, dirigia-se logo pelas 8h00 à &lt;strong&gt;Estação dos C.F.,&lt;/strong&gt; para esperar a "&lt;em&gt;automotora"&lt;/em&gt; que vinha de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nampula&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; uma cidade muito bonita e bem delineada que &lt;strong&gt;ficava no interior a cerca de 200 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;km&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e que trazia pessoas que vinham aproveitar os banhos de mar. Imaginem que às vezes a automotora atrasava &lt;em&gt;15 minutos&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Isso significava que tinha tido um "&lt;em&gt;furo&lt;/em&gt;" num pneu!&lt;br /&gt;É verdade... a automotora tinha rodas e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pneus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SW-WyS0sRLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Jd33v54GdrI/s1600-h/esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Nacala+1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 84px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291613877974090930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SW-WyS0sRLI/AAAAAAAAAeU/Jd33v54GdrI/s320/esta%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Nacala+1956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na Estação dos C.F.M.-Nacala-1956&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Alice, Natália; ? Ica Cabral, Milu Patalica, Bébé Cabral, Anabela Cortês, Ana Maria, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elisa &lt;/strong&gt;e Mabília)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maior parte das vezes ao Domingo o tempo era passado na praia onde se faziam os "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pic&lt;/span&gt;-niques&lt;/em&gt;". No final da tarde, depois da partida da automotora, havia as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tardes dançantes no Parrô, (o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Clube&lt;/span&gt; do Ferroviário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que ficava também mesmo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;em frente ao &lt;/span&gt;mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Rrt8qXVlGWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rshubB-mABc/s1600-h/Piscina+da+EIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096804470560725346" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Rrt8qXVlGWI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rshubB-mABc/s320/Piscina+da+EIC.jpg" width="246" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mas...essa menina foi crescendo e queria continuar a estudar. Só que a localidade era tão&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"pequenina"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;que só tinha Escola Primária. Assim , depois do exame de admissão à Escola Técnica, teve de ir para a tal cidade distante: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nampula&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Setembro de 1957&lt;/span&gt;, vai para casa de um casal amigo dos pais e... sente-se muito &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sozinha e triste&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Por princípio só iria a casa uma vez por mês. Chorava muito com saudades da mãe e da irmã mais nova, a&lt;em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mabília&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, a quem estava muito ligada, pois as duas mais velhas (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a Cidália e a Otília)&lt;/span&gt; tinham 8 e 10 anos mais que ela, já namoravam e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;casariam&lt;/span&gt; em breve. O que realmente aconteceu com a Cidália que casou e foi viver para a tal cidade, onde então passou a viver com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como era "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheia&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;de vida e de alegria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", logo penso inserir-se no grupo de teatro e banda da Escola. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Fez&lt;/span&gt; muitos amigos por lá até ao final do Curso Comercial, que aqui alguns vai recordar...&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122020540008999602" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxUSiyN9qrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JmvO43kYxzA/s320/Elisa,Marifa+e+Luis.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXJFHX7H4OI/AAAAAAAAAfk/LYx6hnRUsmM/s1600-h/Amigos_do_Bairro_da_Muala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292368505097150690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SXJFHX7H4OI/AAAAAAAAAfk/LYx6hnRUsmM/s400/Amigos_do_Bairro_da_Muala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto no Bairro da Muala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do Bairro da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muala&lt;/span&gt;, onde viveu com a sua irmã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elisabete Dias, João de Sousa Rebelo&lt;/strong&gt; e a irmã &lt;strong&gt;Palmira, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Madail&lt;/span&gt; Mendes e a &lt;/strong&gt;irmã&lt;strong&gt; Alice, Maria Eduarda Piedade (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nita&lt;/span&gt;), &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;depois mais tarde no Curso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :&lt;strong&gt;Mª Conceição Gomes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, Mª Rosário Almeida, Mª Jesus Marques Ferreira(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;), Etelvina &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gamito&lt;/span&gt;, Mª José Freitas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, Mª Helena Quaresma e &lt;/strong&gt;irmã&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zita&lt;/span&gt; Quaresma , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lila&lt;/span&gt; Maria Branco Matos, Mª &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fatima&lt;/span&gt; T. Baptista (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;), Maria João F. Lopes, Eugénia Gomes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt; Dias, Abel Moreira Mateus, Carlos Cabrita, Manuel Vilela, Fernando Lacerda, António Barbosa Santos, João Matos Santos, Henrique Laranjeira Souto, Humberto de Almeida, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Assarafali&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nizar&lt;/span&gt; R. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jivá&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt; Constantino Veiga, Rui Cabral, Virgílio Comenda de Pina &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;e ainda outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Hilário&lt;/span&gt; Francisco Santana (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;), Mário Ramos Viegas, João Manuel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taborda&lt;/span&gt;, Armindo Vassalo, Vasco &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Faria&lt;/span&gt; Gonçalves, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt; Fonseca Ramos e&lt;/strong&gt; irmãos:&lt;strong&gt; Mª Emília e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Xico&lt;/span&gt; Ramos , Manuel da Cruz Viola, Alberto&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Monteiro Leal&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Yolanda Botelho, Manuela Cruz, Gabriela Marques (Gaby) , Edite Almeida, Alice Rodriques, Fernanda Beirão, Helder Santos e irmã Ilda, &lt;/strong&gt;etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas, não esquecendo as antigas amigas de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;infância&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nacala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;também foram para&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nampula&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mª.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isabel C. Almeida, Natália de Oliveira e Alice Rosa (&lt;/strong&gt;grandes amigas até aos nossos dias)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122036057725840114" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxUgqCN9qvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3tA2wCU_kx0/s320/E.I.C.+foto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalistas do ano lectivo: 1962/63&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no Clube do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Niassa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ao fundo e ao centro, vê-se o&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Governador Civil (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Granjo&lt;/span&gt; Pires) e esposa, bem como o &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sub&lt;/span&gt;-director da Escola.&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "&lt;em&gt;rainha&lt;/em&gt;" de Finalistas foi a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Natália Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O "&lt;em&gt;rei&lt;/em&gt;" foi o &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rui Cabral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta era a bela&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ade de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nampula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxUIkSN9qqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nhdgGPzGCec/s1600-h/Nampula+cidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122009570662525602" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxUIkSN9qqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/nhdgGPzGCec/s320/Nampula+cidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, o tempo passou e com ele tudo mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina tornou-se "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", voltou para a&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;terra de eleição&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; onde viviam seus pais, empregou-se e conheceu um "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bonito rapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" que veio de Lourenço Marques, namorou e...casou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em 1965, na: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Igreja Nossa&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Senhora da Boa Viagem de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nacala&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxZEqSN9q6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/bjF0W9ST918/s1600-h/Nacala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122357119416118178" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxZEqSN9q6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/bjF0W9ST918/s320/Nacala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Também &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nacala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;foi crescendo e tornou-se uma cidade bonita, com um grande porto de mar, grandes firmas, Bancos, gasolineiras, Empresas de exportação de caju, de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sisal, a fábrica de &lt;/span&gt;cimentos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Como ela tivesse visto um bom futuro nos Bancos, decidiu concorrer ao &lt;strong&gt;Banco Nacional Ultramarino&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lá era o Banco emissor&lt;/span&gt;) e deixar os Correios. Teve três filhos e construiu uma casa muito bonita na parte alta da cidade, pois pensava ficar "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;semp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" naquela nova cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, afinal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"a vida dá muita volta"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxUlaCN9qwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nRs9lH13aac/s1600-h/Nossa+casa+em+Mo%C3%A7ambique+com+as+filhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122041280406072066" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxUlaCN9qwI/AAAAAAAAAGw/nRs9lH13aac/s320/Nossa+casa+em+Mo%C3%A7ambique+com+as+filhas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Dá-se o 25 de Abril de 1974 na Metrópole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Com a Independência de Moçambique em &lt;strong&gt;Junho 1975, &lt;/strong&gt;começa a "&lt;em&gt;debandada&lt;/em&gt;"daquele País. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O presidente da &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Frelimo&lt;/span&gt; , Samora &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Machel&lt;/span&gt;, em cada "&lt;em&gt;discurso"&lt;/em&gt; que faz...tão &lt;em&gt;cheios de&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ódi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;o e &lt;em&gt;racismo...&lt;/em&gt; faz com se encham os aviões e os navios com destino a Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Todos querem ir embora; &lt;em&gt;enquanto é tempo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tempos de : &lt;em&gt;vinganças,.assaltos,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;prisões e&lt;/em&gt; ... &lt;em&gt;sobretudo, muito medo&lt;/em&gt;"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nos comícios as palavras de ordem eram: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;abaixo o&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;colonialismo, o racismo; o imperialismo". "Fora com o inimigo do Povo", (ideologia Marxista).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fazem-se acordos&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...(os do B.N.U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;cooperação com o Banco de Moçambique&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e alguns ainda com "sonhos&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; de que talvez conseguissem lá ficar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, o Partido da Frelimo, não tinha mesmo interesse em que o Português lá permanecesse. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Os "&lt;em&gt;medos&lt;/em&gt;" eram muitos e tudo nos era tirado.Vieram as nacionalizações. Os géneros &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alimentícios&lt;/span&gt; começam a faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; insegurança, era total!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Os "&lt;em&gt;cooperantes&lt;/em&gt;", não ficaram "i&lt;em&gt;munes&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tivémos como os outros, muitos "&lt;em&gt;problemas&lt;/em&gt;". As prisões passaram a ser constantes ao ponto de em 1977 ter de sair uma lei para protecção dos cooperantes (expulsão do País em 48H se não fosse julgado).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como recordo também as "&lt;em&gt;lavagens ao cérebro&lt;/em&gt;" que nos faziam semanalmente (após horário laboral, sem hora fixa para acabar) as &lt;em&gt;"comissões de&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;trabalhadores"&lt;/em&gt; do partido da Frelimo, para "&lt;em&gt;nos engajarmos"...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou quantos "&lt;em&gt;Moçambicanos"&lt;/em&gt; ensinei no Banco para me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;substituírem&lt;/span&gt; e que vieram "&lt;em&gt;mesmo antes de mim"!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era preciso ser-se "muito forte&lt;/strong&gt;"...&lt;strong&gt;e eu e o marido tentámos sê-lo, por força dos nossos empregos e dos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;nossos filhos&lt;/strong&gt;. Se &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cumpríssemos&lt;/span&gt; o contracto, teríamos cá em Portugal, os nossos empregos e poderíamos trazer também os nossos bens!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Também o vocabulário foi alterado em muitas coisas, mas vou deixar aqui um &lt;strong&gt;final de cartas/documentos,&lt;/strong&gt; para "&lt;em&gt;recordar&lt;/em&gt;", por ser mesmo de ideologia "&lt;em&gt;marxista&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Terminava-se assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;" UNIDADE, TRABALHO, VIGILÂNCIA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A luta continua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Março de 1978.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Termino o meu contracto com o Banco de Moçambique&lt;/strong&gt; e venho para Portugal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;continental ou Metrópole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;como nós lá dizíamos)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresento-me na Sede em Lisboa e dão-me três Agências à escolha para trabalhar: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S.João Madeira, Sertã e Vila Nova de Ourém.&lt;/span&gt; Como não conhecia nenhuma nem família tinha em qualquer destes lados, optei por Ourém por ser perto de Abrantes, a cidade onde vivia agora a minha irmã mais nova, a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mabília&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus pais, voltaram às origens e encontravam-se a viver em &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vildemoínhos &lt;/span&gt;- Viseu com as &lt;strong&gt;minhas filhas&lt;/strong&gt; que tinham vindo com eles em &lt;strong&gt;1976&lt;/strong&gt;, pois lá o ensino estava, como se costuma dizer, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pelas ruas da&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;margura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt; A História que ensinavam agora era sobre a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frelimo/Revolução&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;", e as crianças negras a dizerem: "&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;vão&lt;em&gt; para a vossa terra&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;que era lá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) e a terem de fazer também: "&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;machamba colectiva&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Junho de 1978&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vem o meu marido (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bancário do B.P.S.M.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É colocado na &lt;strong&gt;cidade de Leiria.&lt;/strong&gt; Por isso, passado um ano consigo a &lt;strong&gt;transferência para esta cidade do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lis&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; onde passamos a residir, sem no entanto termos cá qualquer familiar ou amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foram anos de adaptação, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sentíamo&lt;/span&gt;-nos "&lt;em&gt;desenraizados&lt;/em&gt;" e apelidavam-nos de "&lt;em&gt;retornados&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As pessoas &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;reconheciam-nos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" até por certas expressões, que usávamos, desconhecidas aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Por exemplo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Tá-tá"(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;adeus&lt;/span&gt;), a geleira, o maxibombo, o zipe, uma chuingum, uma quinhenta, "suca"(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;para os&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cães),&lt;/span&gt; maningue, chonguila, marrusse, kanimambo, etc&lt;/strong&gt;. Foram também anos de "luta", até sermos reconhecidos no nosso trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No entanto quero aqui registar também de que os &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;primeiros amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que arranjámos nesta cidade, foram quando alguém ligado à Igreja, nos convidou para fazermos parte duma Equipa de &lt;strong&gt;C.P.M. (&lt;/strong&gt;Centros de Preparação para o Matrimónio).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A partir daí, nunca mais deixámos esse movimento, que muito nos tem ajudado na vida familiar e de relações. Fomos já responsáveis da Vigararia e há seis anos a esta parte que somos o Casal Responsável Diocesano. Estamos em processo de eleições, pois os Estatutos só permitem dois mandatos. Mas... enquanto podermos, cá estaremos para "&lt;em&gt;ajudar&lt;/em&gt;" outros casais, em processo de formação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Quando em &lt;strong&gt;Outubro do ano 2000&lt;/strong&gt;, entrei na "&lt;em&gt;reforma"&lt;/em&gt;, (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a pedido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), porque sempre fui muito ligada à amizade, decidi começar a "&lt;em&gt;procurar e localizar&lt;/em&gt;" os &lt;strong&gt;antigos colegas e amigos de&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nampula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Demorou cerca de dois anos em "&lt;em&gt;pesquisas&lt;/em&gt;", para descobrir a maioria e poder organizar um &lt;strong&gt;encontro com os alunos da E.I.C. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Neutel&lt;/span&gt; de Abreu de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nampula&lt;/span&gt;, dos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;40 anos do Curso Comercial&lt;/strong&gt;. Aconteceu em &lt;strong&gt;5 de Abril de 2003&lt;/strong&gt;, num almoço/convívio na Quinta do Paul- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ortigosa &lt;/span&gt;-Leiria,&lt;/strong&gt; onde houve também uma parte "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_73" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recreativa&lt;/span&gt;/cultural&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;com Fados pela agora Dr.Mª Jesus Marques Ferreira, poemas lidos e cantados por Elisa, (retirados do Livro IKOMA) da autoria da nossa também Doutora Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rosário Almeida, quadras&lt;/span&gt; alusivas, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feitas também por mim e a participação do Coral a que pertenço (da CGD - ex BNU).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recordando um "enxerto" de alguns poemas da autoria da amiga Maria do Rosário:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Começava assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elisa ou é, Elisa ou á... que lindos poemas que tu vais cantar..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 1em; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: left; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em; cssfloat: left" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Ss4lKhutxpI/AAAAAAAAAqs/h-FhAW38bg8/s1600-h/Encontro+40+anos+E.I.C.+em+2003+001.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/Ss4lKhutxpI/AAAAAAAAAqs/h-FhAW38bg8/s320/Encontro+40+anos+E.I.C.+em+2003+001.jpg" r="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logo &lt;em&gt;antigos colegas&lt;/em&gt; e amigos, foram-me dizendo para ir pensando em organizar as &lt;strong&gt;BODAS DE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OURO&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;da E.I.C. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_74" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nampula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que seriam daí a dois anos.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;João &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_75" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taborda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e a Dalila Ferreira, esta de Nacala (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ambos colegas da C.G.D., um no Porto, a outra em Lisboa),&lt;/span&gt; ofereceram-se também para colaborar.&lt;br /&gt;Este grande acontecimento que teve a presença de &lt;strong&gt;250 antigos alunos, pessoal administrativo e professores, &lt;/strong&gt;teve lugar em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 de Abril de 2005 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no Hotel Cristal da Praia da Vieira, também com momentos "&lt;em&gt;recreativos e culturais&lt;/em&gt;"e um filme dos tempos remotos e actuais da Escola e alunos. Elaborei ainda &lt;em&gt;um livrinho&lt;/em&gt; com as moradas obtidas e que totalizam para cima de 350 (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;c/moradas, telefones fixos/móveis e endereços &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_76" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;electrónicos&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para finalizar&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_77" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gostaria&lt;/span&gt; de dizer que afinal depois da adaptação voltei a fazer novas amizades. &lt;strong&gt;Hoje sou eu que organizo os almoços de antigos empregados do B.N.U-Leiria&lt;/strong&gt;. Pertenço também à Direcção do Coral. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Organizo os passeios do Coral e tenho "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;montes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de amigos&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123913022858702066" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxvLvyN9rPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/8zPwOHHTyIE/s320/40+Anos+EIC-Nampula.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 Anos passados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Muitos nunca mais se viram...&lt;br /&gt;Embora sempre lembrados&lt;br /&gt;Na saudade que sentiram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Num encontro de estudantes&lt;br /&gt;Por felicidade s&lt;strong&gt;onhei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar-nos como dantes&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais eu parei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O mais difícil, passou...&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir-vos, fazer lista...&lt;br /&gt;Quem os "&lt;strong&gt;Amigos"&lt;/strong&gt; encontrou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NÃO MAIS OS PERCA DE VISTA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1092/617133414_3dd97c0e20.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1092/617133414_3dd97c0e20.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SdPPb4V4h9I/AAAAAAAAAls/ZlgGUkU3Tfg/s1600-h/Foto%2Bdo%2BCoral%2Ba%2BLe%25C3%25A7a%2BPalmeira%2B1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SdPR2Xeb2UI/AAAAAAAAAmE/uV-TPCln08Q/s1600-h/Foto%2Bdo%2BCoral%2Ba%2BLe%25C3%25A7a%2BPalmeira%2B1990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319826316799498562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SdPR2Xeb2UI/AAAAAAAAAmE/uV-TPCln08Q/s320/Foto%2Bdo%2BCoral%2Ba%2BLe%25C3%25A7a%2BPalmeira%2B1990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num passeio do Coral&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a Leça da Palmeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anos 90 (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;quando a maioria dos homens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ainda colegas do Banco) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Esq. Cima: &lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Carvalho Sousa, Carlos Sousa, Louro, Viriato, Joaquim Casal, Adriano Santos, Luis Guerra, João Loureiro, Victor Brites, Jaime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Em baixo&lt;/span&gt;: Genialda, Emilia, Wilma, Dina, Manuela, Pieedade, Lurdes, Lucilia, Mª. Anjos, Júlia, Emilia Carvalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;João Pinto, &lt;strong&gt;Elisa&lt;/strong&gt;,Ana,( filha do Armando), Manuel Santos, &lt;strong&gt;Joaquim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narciso &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;maestro&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;, Armando Fernandes e António Carvalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SdPQJhGBx8I/AAAAAAAAAl8/a-9Sy2ybWsw/s1600-h/Colegas_BNU_-1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319824446775740354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SdPQJhGBx8I/AAAAAAAAAl8/a-9Sy2ybWsw/s320/Colegas_BNU_-1993.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num convívio dos colegas do BNU-Leiria em 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxkCfSN9q_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/_p8PoRHetf8/s1600-h/Digitalizar0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123128787600255986" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RxkCfSN9q_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/_p8PoRHetf8/s320/Digitalizar0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E por fim, o Coral do qual faço parte desde o início, ou seja: &lt;strong&gt;1987.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001420239418619867-7080968538093997146?l=macuadenacala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/feeds/7080968538093997146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001420239418619867&amp;postID=7080968538093997146' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/7080968538093997146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/7080968538093997146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/2007/05/nacala-moambique.html' title='NACALA - Moçambique'/><author><name>Macua de Nacala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869692463515451732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SZyI9dJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAho/b9uecRCfbA8/S220/Digitalizar0002.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/RlLBCgcGn-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/bhootsWKzQE/s72-c/moambiquelm3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7001420239418619867.post-6815656018749741281</id><published>2007-05-21T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:10:22.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretende este Blog,  contar vivências de África e inserir fotos, principalmente do Norte de Moçambique, &lt;strong&gt;Nacala e Nampula, locais da minha infância.&lt;/strong&gt; Partilhar com os meus amigos da Escola Industrial e Comercial Neutel de Abreu de Nampula, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amizade e a alegria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que aquele País nos proporcionou e que dura até aos nossos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretende ainda contar o porquê de eu estar a viver em Leiria e de todo o percurso após o regresso a Portugal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7001420239418619867-6815656018749741281?l=macuadenacala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/feeds/6815656018749741281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7001420239418619867&amp;postID=6815656018749741281' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/6815656018749741281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7001420239418619867/posts/default/6815656018749741281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macuadenacala.blogspot.com/2007/05/pretende-este-blog-inserir-fotos-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Macua de Nacala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10869692463515451732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LRicAEi3SH4/SZyI9dJAUJI/AAAAAAAAAho/b9uecRCfbA8/S220/Digitalizar0002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
