My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
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and when I told her, she immediately started to walk away after<br />
asking me to leave her alone. I persisted, continuing to walk<br />
alongside her, telling her, "You are so beautiful, and I am going to<br />
marry you some day!" She responded by telling me that I was<br />
crazy, but I kept walking with her anyway. "I have some books I<br />
must return to a colleague <strong>of</strong> mine," she said, and I could tell by<br />
<strong>the</strong> change in her tone that she was getting used to my insistence.<br />
Before long, we were having a pleasant conversation at Jardim de<br />
Angra, a beautiful park in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> city. When she had to<br />
go, I insisted that we meet <strong>the</strong> next day so that we might get to<br />
know each o<strong>the</strong>r a little better, and she agreed.<br />
The next day, I happened to see a large picture <strong>of</strong> her at a<br />
photographer's window downtown. I went inside <strong>the</strong> store in<br />
hopes <strong>of</strong> purchasing it, but <strong>the</strong> sales clerk said he needed<br />
authorization from <strong>the</strong> person in <strong>the</strong> picture before he could sell it<br />
legally. Naturally, when I met with her again, I told her that she<br />
had to go to <strong>the</strong> photographer's shop to give permission for me to<br />
buy her beautiful picture, which she did. She also told me that we<br />
could meet at <strong>the</strong> Holy Ghost Feast at Guarita, in <strong>the</strong> outskirts <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> city. She introduced me to many <strong>of</strong> her friends, and we had a<br />
wonderful time.<br />
That evening, when I returned home, I took down The Last Supper<br />
(which was hanging on <strong>the</strong> wall <strong>of</strong> our dining room) and replaced<br />
it with my new love's portrait. The next morning, my mo<strong>the</strong>r<br />
noticed <strong>the</strong> difference and asked, "Who is that?" I told her that she<br />
was a girl I had met and who I planned to marry one day. "You're<br />
kidding me!?!” she said. “What are you going to do with <strong>the</strong><br />
dozens <strong>of</strong> pictures <strong>of</strong> girls you have inside <strong>the</strong> shoe box underneath<br />
your bed?" I told her I was going to throw <strong>the</strong>m all away, and my<br />
mo<strong>the</strong>r laughed at me.<br />
The next day was Deodete's trip to São Jorge Island, so I went to<br />
Porto das Pipas pier in Angra do Heroísmo to say goodbye. I<br />
asked her to send me a letter as soon as she arrived. For days I<br />
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