Friday 20th August
Your latest letter breathes joy into my very frame. Yes, yes, I am always too formal in my correspondence! Still I am here, I have managed to escape the landlocked country of the Switz and I now face the great open Atlantic, I am coming Simone, I am coming! I can almost hear the gentle lapping of the waves against the great southern continent that holds you, my dear friend, in its gentle and comfortable embrace. I am safe here on the southern tip of the European continent, no one knows I am here and the country is morose and still, but it is safe and stable. The language is the same as your host country so I will be well prepared to converse and drop into the background on the journey over.
My very bones feel rejuvenated here in Porto, as the morning sun cascades down the terracotta tiles of a thousand roofs. We are safe, we are safe! My European plain sensibilities are becoming swamped by the Hispanic love of life and of relaxation. I feel that although we will always carry the guilt of the free, of the survivors, we may try yet again to live in this beautiful world. In all honesty Simone I am surprised I feel this way but it is because of our escape and of the dangers that we have survived that I feel this way. We must answer the boot of our oppressor with the scream of our freedom.
Yes, you know I am always reading! I have managed to find a few different novels but nothing of serious importance, just some light novels and novellas that keep me going. I am finding deep inspiration in the architecture and geography of this city, in watching the swaying hips of the beautiful women and the light steps of the children inevitably trailing in their wake. Although the great spirit of this country is asleep at the moment, under this monotonous leader, I have no doubt it will wake up and bring great vitality to a united and friendly Europe.
But of course that may be some time off yet.
Ah yes my love life, you know Simone that I rarely talk of such passions openly. But what can I say, this country is infecting the very marrow of my bones and I have indeed been meeting up with a few of the local ladies for dates. Do not misread that though! I keep my distance and act with discretion, but with my local cafes often being graced with my presence I have come to meet several women for short dates, nothing more than fanciful dalliances really. My heart does flutter however whenever I have the opportunity to meet Roberta though. I’ll haven’t the time or space to write about here though as this is just a short letter before I sail to Recife, my next letter will be full of details though!
As I said there have been no more poisonous letters and I am positive that we are now safe to continue on with our lives, to make them worthwhile once more. I’m sending a small package with this letter, including a book of poetry which I will think you will love. The Atlantic crossing will take some time but each morning I will wake and think of you.
Yours faithfully and with all of my love,