the obstacle
The obstacle
After the none violent revolution in Portugal
1972, as often happens in my life when something
unusual happens, I was there, not knowing I was
witnessing history
My ship came to unload cargo, but we ended
up staying for weeks, a revolution is too important
to be wasted by mere cargo
In the village where I later settled.
the new era brought a road, not a big road
but wide enough for a school bus
there was an aber, where the road ended
two olive trees blocked the road for further
expansion
The trees belonged to an old man who refused
to sell his trees to the camera
With the dictatorship over and a new democracy
with rights and freedom for everyone
The school bus had to drive onto a field to get past
That lasted until the old man died
and his relatives allowed for the olive trees
to be removed, with roots and replanted in
someone's garden.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2024
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