COMEMORAÇÃO DO DIA DO PAI
Olá! Bem-vindos! Esta semana, mais precisamente na 5ª feira, celebra-se em Portugal, o Dia do Pai. Então, resolvi escrever uma short-story sobre uma conversa entre dois pais. Para entenderem o contexto desta short-story tenho de fazer uma viagem no tempo, pois esta história foi escrita há já alguns anos. Trata-se de uma crítica social e política muito divertida!
FATHER'S DAY CELEBRATION
Hello! Welcome! This week, on Thursday to be precise, Portugal celebrates Father's Day. So, I decided to write a short story about a conversation between two fathers. To understand the context of this short story, I have to take a trip back in time, as this story was written a few years ago. It is a very entertaining social and political critique!
A few years ago, I applied for a job at a local council through a public competition. In Portugal, these types of competitions are a complete joke, because what they really want is to employ friends and family members of local councillors.
The mayor's daughter also applied for this competition, and of course she was the one who was selected! Later, I also learned that the vice-mayor's daughter was also selected in a tailor-made competition, which was fraudulent! In fact, the daughters were exempted from doing an internship and were immediately hired as permanent staff.
So, this short story is about a conversation between the Mayor and his Vice Mayor. In this conversation, they decide on the details of hiring their daughters. It is, of course, a satirical conversation, in which I ridicule local politicians.
EU É QUE SOU O PRESIDENTE
I AM THE PRESIDENT
THE END
That's how those in positions of power in Portugal decide! I hope you enjoyed this Father's Day short story about how they do everything to spoil their children! This story was written to be published in a newspaper on Father's Day, but it never saw the light of day, until today!
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Como banda sonora para este post, escolhi a canção da banda Depeche Mode: "Everything Counts", (Vale Tudo) que acho que não precisa de grandes explicações, basta ouvi-la, escolhi um video traduzido para português!
As the soundtrack for this post, I chose the song by Depeche Mode: ‘Everything Counts’, which I think needs no explanation, just listen to it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wX5--_bLG4&list=RD-wX5--_bLG4&start_radio=1
Tradução: DeepL.com (free version)
Olá! Bem-vindos, meus caros amigos e leitores! Há muito tempo que quero dedicar um post à história de um grande português: Aristides de Sousa Mendes, para isso precisava de ir visitar a sua Casa Museu, em Carregal do Sal (Portugal). Mas quem foi esta personalidade tão distinta, perguntam vocês?
Hello! Welcome, my dear friends and readers! For a long time, I have wanted to dedicate a post to the story of a great Portuguese man: Aristides de Sousa Mendes. To do so, I needed to visit his House Museum in Carregal do Sal (Portugal). But who was this distinguished figure, you may ask? 
Aristides S. Mendes was a Portuguese diplomat. He was Portugal's consul in Bordeaux at the time France was invaded by the Germans during World War II. Contrary to the orders of the then Portuguese dictator, Aristides issued around 30,000 visas to Jewish refugees, allowing them to escape the horror of the Holocaust via Portugal and flee to the United States.
This act of humanity saved 30,000 lives, but this gesture of great altruism and self-sacrifice did not earn him the glory and honour that only great heroes deserve. The Portuguese dictator consigned him and his family to oblivion and poverty. He died poor and ostracised, all for daring to defy the dictator's orders. Aristides only did what his heart and conscience told him to do! He chose to be for life!
His house was in ruins, but it was rebuilt and Aristides' memory was restored, with him being considered a national hero, posthumously. The work was funded by the American grandchildren of the Jews that Aristides saved. This post was supposed to have been photographed at his House Museum, but I admit that, not because of Aristides, but because of the recent actions of the Jewish people, I refused to make that visit, perhaps at another time, when peace is consolidated between Jews and Palestinians.
Life presents us with many challenges, some of which define our entire lives, changing the path we had envisioned for ourselves. But if this sacrifice was made out of love for others and for what we believe is right in our conscience, then it is worth taking that risk, even if the price was very high. History will take care of justice!
Como banda sonora para este post, escolhi a canção de The Cranberries, "Zombie". Alerto para o facto de o video ser violento, contem imagens de várias guerras, mas dá maior ênfase a imagens do filme a Lista de Schindler. Filme este que conta a história de um homem que salvou milhares de judeus da morte, tal como Aristides Sousa Mendes. Uma reflexão sobre as principais vítimas da guerra! E, de como a vida de Aristides também merecia um filme!
As the soundtrack for this post, I chose the song ‘Zombie’ by The Cranberries. Please be aware that the video is violent and contains images from various wars, but it focuses mainly on images from the film Schindler's List. This film tells the story of a man who saved thousands of Jews from death, just like Aristides Sousa Mendes. A reflection on the main victims of war! And how Aristides' life also deserved a film!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yrBDu9EkdE&list=RD1yrBDu9EkdE&start_radio=1
Pergunto-me como foi possível que tenha acontecido de novo, ironicamente com o povo que tem a memória do genocídio no seu ADN! Rezo para que a paz seja duradoura!
I wonder how it was possible for this to happen again, ironically to a people who carry the memory of genocide in their DNA! I pray that peace will be lasting!
Neste post, embarcaremos numa jornada que transcende as fronteiras da economia e da cultura. Explorando a improvável sinfonia entre um banco falido, as telas cativantes de Miró, o esplendor Art Déco da Casa de Serralves e a melodia inquisitiva de Lana del Rey. Quem visitar Portugal tem de visitar a Casa de Serralves, um dos mais importantes polos culturais do país. Venham daí!!
In this post, we embark on a journey that transcends the boundaries of economics and culture. Exploring the unlikely symphony between a broke bank, Miró's captivating canvases, the Art Deco splendor of Casa de Serralves (Serralves House) and the inquisitive melody of Lana del Rey. Anyone visiting Portugal must visit Casa de Serralves, one of the country's most important cultural centers. Come with me! 
A Casa de Serralves (1944), situada no Porto, é de facto uma joia da arquitetura Art Déco. O estilo é caracterizado por formas geométricas, pormenores ornamentados e uma mistura de elementos modernos e clássicos. A casa apresenta uma fachada cor-de-rosa, relevos decorativos e linhas simétricas. A utilização de linhas curvas e rectas reflecte a estética geométrica da Art Déco. O jardim harmoniza-se com o estilo Art Déco, incorporando padrões geométricos e elementos paisagísticos modernos. A Casa de Serralves é um testemunho arquitetónico vivo da história.
The Casa de Serralves (1944) located in Porto, is indeed a gem of Art Deco archicture. The style is characterized by geometric shapes, ornate detailing and a blend of modern and classical elements. The House features a pink façade, decorative reliefs, and symmetrical lines. The used of curved and straight lines reflects the geometric aesthetic of Art Deco. The garden harmonize with Art Deco style, incorporating geometric patterns and modern landscaping elements. The Casa de Serralves is a live architectural testimony of history. 
As for my look, I also wanted it to be the materialization of the Art Deco style. Where the geometric shapes of the coat form a harmonious puzzle between me and the walls of the House, creating a visual symbiosis between my style and the graphic contours that define the spaces. Where the transparency of my look represents the windows that tear through the walls. Where the shapes of my body, like a living sculpture, merge into this aesthetic narrative. My look is not just a stylistic choice, but a poetic conversation with the spaces of Casa de Serralves.
Mas o que é que um banco falido tem que ver com toda esta história? O BPN foi um banco português que enfrentou graves problemas financeiros. Estes estiveram relacionados com irregularidades, má gestão e práticas financeiras de risco. A nacionalização do banco influenciou o seu património, incluindo obras de arte, e a sua posterior colocação em instituições culturais. Foi o que aconteceu com a coleção de quadros do pintor espanhol Miró pertencente ao banco e, que agora está exposta na Casa de Serralves.
- Museum of Modern Art, Architect Siza Vieira
- Serralves House, architects Charles Siclis and José Marques da Silva
- Gardens, architect Jacques Gréber
- Park
- Manoel de Oliveira Cinema House
Hoje, como sabem, assinala-se o Dia Internacional da Mulher! Sem querer cair na conversa cliché sobre, as ainda, desigualdades entre Homens e Mulheres, quero-vos falar sobre o que li, sobre este dia num blog, há uns anos atrás. A autora desse blog dizia sobre o Dia Internacional da Mulher que para ela, simplesmente, este dia não existia! Não fazia sentido assinalar a data porque tinha tudo na vida e não sentia nenhum tipo de discriminação face aos homens e, portanto, a data pura e simplesmente era um dia como outro qualquer!
Today, as you know, is The International Women's Day! Without wanting to fall into the cliché conversation about, still, inequalities between Men and Women, I want to talk to you about what I read, about this day on a blog, a few years ago. The author of this blog said about International Women's Day that for her, simply, this day did not exist! It did not make sense to mark the date because she had everything in her life and did not feel any kind of discrimination against men and, therefore, the date was quite simply a day like any other!
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Ela alongava-se neste tipo de conversa e, de como a sua vida era maravilhosa blá blá blá!! Eu fiquei atónita com o que estava a ler, um texto pejado de egoísmo e que só demonstrava ignorância face à vida de muitas mulheres em Portugal e por esse mundo fora. Com certeza que se tratava de uma mulher que vive numa redoma de vidro numa dessas avenidas de Lisboa e, que desconhece o país real e... o mundo. Não me contive e escrevi-lhe em comentário tudo o que achei que ela deveria tomar conhecimento, já que não o demonstrava. Até hoje nunca me respondeu! E, é assim o mundo das mulheres das avenidas ricas de Lisboa! Eu estou bem, os outros que se lixem!!! Para todas as Mulheres deste país e de todo o mundo, um Feliz Dia da Mulher e, nunca deixem calar a vossa voz!!
She continued with this type of conversation and how wonderful her life was blah blah blah !! I was astonished by what I was reading, a text full of selfishness and that only showed ignorance towards the lives of many women in Portugal and around the world. Certainly she was a woman who lives in a glass bell jar on one of those avenues in Lisbon, and who doesn't know the real country and ... the world. I didn't restrain myself and commented on everything I thought she should be aware of, since she was not showing it. To this day, she never answered me! this is the women's world in Lisbon's rich avenues! I'm fine, the rest of you f@ck of!!! For all the women of this country and all over the world, I wish you a Happy Women's Day and, never let your voice be silenced!!
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