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The Past Are Memories
The past are memories Going back to my old house in Algarve was a sad affair, we took the old road it is a bit longer but less speedy and free. The motorway also cost a lot of money in toll and for those who use it driving big cars, like BMW and Mercedes, for them, the trick is to minimize the time it takes driving from A to B. The village was empty I saw no one and nobody came out to say halloo, except for the village idiot and his dog, the cur is always delighted to see me I play with it strokes its stomach and play hide and seek. The friends I had were either died, moved away or lived in an old people` home. The idea was to send the furniture to some people who needed them but the white van never showed up. In the end, we decided to leave the furniture to the new owners I was only interested in the full bookshelves, unfinished manuscripts and a few original paintings. We tried to make lunch at the house, but it was heavy going, mostly we had lunch in the nearest small town. I got an old TV going, only had a few canals which consisted of football. Football and more football. To think I loved living here, now it was a nightmare. I tried to walk in the woods walking on overgrown paths, falling over olive roots, and worst of all, the small lake where the dog and I used to swim was fenced in, for a reason the baffled me. We needed help; old age had defeated us. Driving back to Cascais, we took the old road since it was slow and had many good cafés I had to check my diabetes in case it fell too low. The travel took 7 hours, rest breaks and food, my wife was the co-driver, so are all women, don´t drive too fast, There is a car in front of you and so on. Otherwise, it was an enjoyable outing.
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