Of the men who are always making holes

Because I have a neighbour that he is really the real electric drill in my own house, I understand O Nuno perfectly.

Mr Silva moans he is tormented by brickies who are making a home improvement job. A work commanded by the owner who has not the delicateness of waiting till October —September is the best month for holidays in Algarve— in order to make the alteration.

O Nuno (enduring a bit of drag mixed with the necessity of writing his column) pulls his hair out and he isn´t able to carry out a perfect plan to enjoy the Algarve summer.

The journalist starts speaking about the terrible fire in Monchique (fortunately there were no regrets of deaths of people); only two million euros. One could see a great reddish brightness at dusk. From my flat roof I imagined how many trees, animals and streams were doing suffering this crime and I hoped the firefighters were safe as well.

I haven´t read the Paulo Pimenta and João Camargo´s book but I write it down on my list. I´m conscious of that eucalyptus is a profitable source for many people of these villages however I wonder if these annual tragedies compensate.

Mr Silva speaks about oysters. Delightful oysters that I would like to taste if the journalist had the empathy and the good heart of revealing the place. Please O Nuno.

With regard to beaches, there are hundreds and hundreds of them along the Algarve coast where anyone can hear two things: the waves, the heart.

I went off on a tangent! We are talking about his berbequim and my electric drill. O Nuno, if it´s any consolation, your neighbour works only in August, it´s not true? Mine drills my ears all year around!

From my Borstal.

LDR