My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
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thing as freedom <strong>of</strong> speech or expression. But as I had just come<br />
from America and all its freedoms, I became very vocal. I spoke<br />
freely, without reservation, which was considered fairly dangerous<br />
before 1974. The Salazar regime always had informers hired by<br />
<strong>the</strong> PIDE, Policia Internatcional Defesa do Estado, listening to<br />
everything people said. This was a way <strong>of</strong> keeping <strong>the</strong> dictatorship<br />
intact, in case an uprising was in <strong>the</strong> works. So, one day at <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong>fice, I had a photograph underneath <strong>the</strong> glass on my desk<br />
showing a group <strong>of</strong> people with whom I had taken a picture during<br />
a class on photography. One morning, when I arrived at my <strong>of</strong>fice,<br />
I noticed <strong>the</strong> photograph was gone. I asked my staff if <strong>the</strong>y had<br />
seen anyone take <strong>the</strong> picture. No one had. A few days later, I<br />
received a letter from PIDE requesting my presence at <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
headquarters in <strong>the</strong> city <strong>of</strong> Angra.<br />
I was a bit surprised, but I went to <strong>the</strong>ir <strong>of</strong>fice as requested. I can<br />
remember quite vividly <strong>the</strong> two agents waiting for me. One was in<br />
front <strong>of</strong> an old Underwood typewriter and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r was in front <strong>of</strong><br />
a tape recorder. They began a line <strong>of</strong> questioning and stated that<br />
<strong>the</strong>re were suspicions that I was a subversive and that I had<br />
become ra<strong>the</strong>r outspoken about <strong>the</strong> Salazar regime since returning<br />
from <strong>the</strong> U.S. They wanted to know, “Who were <strong>the</strong> people in <strong>the</strong><br />
photograph?” I replied that everyone in <strong>the</strong> picture was taking a<br />
course in photography. They also asked if I was reading a book<br />
about Bahaullah, and I replied that I was. The book was entitled<br />
Bahaullah and <strong>the</strong> New Era. The book was about a new religion<br />
that started in <strong>the</strong> beginning <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> nineteenth century. It started in<br />
Persia, present day Iran, and I said I was curious about all<br />
religions. I enjoyed educating myself about anything <strong>of</strong> interest,<br />
and that is why I read <strong>the</strong> book.<br />
They were visibly furious and told me <strong>the</strong> book was prohibited in<br />
Portugal. It was a revolutionary book and that was <strong>the</strong> reason <strong>the</strong>y<br />
had taken <strong>the</strong> photograph from my desk. They thought this was a<br />
subversive group that might be planning to overthrow <strong>the</strong><br />
government. Well, I couldn’t control myself, and I exploded into<br />
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