enduring couples (then 28)
shrill cries were heard brief. Not infrequently, were repeated. We were eating at the restaurant roadside Rosal of the border, ready to enter Portugal.
- Must be a child .- Tere said.
- But be abnormal.
The owner of the establishment, seeing that we were accompanied by two children, came interested. Seemed happy to let people know that the father of a darling of the infant, that required the greatest affection those screams.
I felt uncomfortable giving conversation as I was forming an idea of \u200b\u200bthe preciousness.
insisted describe it, but as he was in a crib in the back, asked to see him there. His insistence, I decided, Tere offering to accompany him, while I stayed to meet JC and Dani.
Soon returned with great delight by the innkeeper and Tere complacent smile.
En route again, Teresa told the show. Came to be a child with Down syndrome with the aggravation that is not holding his head. He predicted that the degree of involvement would not have the gift of speech. required a lot of attention from their parents to get a happy life. needed constant stroking of all.
"You did well to stay with the children, Carlos. I had to make an effort not to show my grief. I stroked and instantly gave me back a smile. But taking into my hands a bulky head, which was not held without the support of something or someone and drooling, I feared not hold back and shed tears of sadness.
"Well, look who I'm so corny that I would have collapsed. Not to mention that what children see.
One day, thirty years later, our eldest son JC, an accomplished medical doctor, told us the extremely lucky we were to procreate seven children, without suffering any serious genetic disorders.
When we explained the reasons and the known statistics, we realize how right were his words, which, at heart we thank God for having escaped the statistics.
As we are getting late, we passed the border, that had it not been for a small flag with the title PORTUGAL, and we had heard about the change of country. Here different from Andorra, there were no fences, no customs, no Gates and Gibraltar, and ... it was open road.
We skip and Setúbal Beja. We wanted to get to Lisbon as soon as possible.
When almost smelled the Cite Maravella few guards asked us to pay twenty crowns (like a euro and a half of the current) and toll Ponte Salazar.
View from Lisbon, Ponte Salazar and Christ the King, on the other side of the Tagus .
Our route taken by general road network, finally ended at the desired destination.
We were surprised to veto the passage. Setúbal have notice of such an impairment, we taken the route of Vila Franca de Xira, but once in the mouth of the bridge, it was a joke for a ride a hundred miles. Gasoline and would cost what they asked.
Resigned, we accept the explanation that it was an improvement by President Salazar needed to connect Lisbon with the Portuguese industrial and travelers should pay over twenty years. (Subsequently called to the bridge April 25, widened lanes and the toll was not for twenty years, but indefinitely.)
I certify that Google consulted regarding this bridge, made me uneasy. In all entries have been consulted and many, it is stated that the bridge work began in 1962 and opened in August 1966.
As the amount of historical information consulted, no contradiction, Tere, like myself, we become victims of time warp.
We can ensure both that the year we crossed this bridge, we did JC and Dani, with almost two years old. And this was in 1964 that confirm the birth certificates.
Apparently, after a bridge ghostly, as if it was not finished, how can we safely to Lisbon without incident?. And good they were delivered to the guard 20 shields, although it is true, did not give us proof. This means that I do not know whether to believe a Google or the memories of Teresa and myself. And this is a concern for our health.
Tere Remember:
was reading everything that AVIC out in this journey, and I told myself I had nothing in mind to explain. But I have concluded that it should say something ... it is wise to rectify. (So \u200b\u200bthey say)
not have forgotten the impact that caused me to see that girl, I had to stay tied because otherwise, he fell, and as I said the father had already happened once, and he bumped into the embers of the fireplace.
remember the pain I felt, especially when she looked at me with a big smile, thanking my touch. He had beautiful green eyes, I have never seen such beauty in a glance, like his smile was the sweetest thing at the sight, the truth is that I felt powerless as I felt so sorry. And I could not understand that the parents were not affected, they spoke of it as if they did not suffer any disease. In order that they had accepted with absolute normality.
Coming out and join my husband and my children, I remember I had to make great efforts, not embrace, as if this gesture would protect them from all evils.
I took a long time that feeling of sadness. (It is fortunate that the brain, help us to hide in some way those scenes that would hurt us a lot, if we were ever present.)
For what we needed to finish the trip, there was no day not fondly remember my young children who had stayed at my parents. But from the moment intensified my thoughts.
Funny how life events lead us in ways we did not know. When you became pregnant, the first thing I thought, and really terrified me was that the more children they have, the better chance there of having to live a serious accident. Not thinking about diseases. I went further. Thinking of death. I know it sounds macabre.
hate math, I do not like, do not understand, but that if I understood it, was like a lottery, the more numbers you have, the more likely.
I've always said that death is a change, it is to live in another state, as I tried to apply it to the children, I can not assimilate. All my theories and my beliefs do not serve me as a label for children.
This story sounds very sad, sorry but is that putting AVIC, which occurred just before entering Portugal, have come to my mind all thoughts of time. I had a really bad.
Luckily my brain, I will put in place. In other words, not forgotten, nor will an obsession, as were the early days of the visit.
written promise that the next will be more fun, and I'll post the second part of an ordinary day.
enduring couples (below 28 b)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6P68...eature=related
Lisboa Antigua
"Enough Dani. Behave. You're making a spectacle. This is a dining room and we are not alone. Are not you shame mourn with so many people? .
Little Dani, who had behaved during the course of a week away, suddenly for no apparent reason, began to howl at the moment asked him to take a spoon to drink the soup.
But my advice, had the opposite effect intended. Sound of weeping, became hysterical tantrum. His mother tried to pacify him. Nothing. Still raging.
Seeing as the dining room was watching us right in, embarrassed, I took her hand to my son and I took him to his hotel room.
-Tere, you eat the soup is not cool. Return when it is calm.
In the room, followed by screaming. If he tried to caress her, kicking.
-yourself, when you calm down again to eat.
- No! .... No! ... Buaaaaa .. no! ... ..
"But NO What?.
BUAA
-No ... ... ... ..
No way. I pointed out that there was no one and could mourn I wanted. That what made no sense. Not even that convinced him, he kept his symphony, until apparently tired of the effort, was silent. He sat on the bed, obviously exhausted. They
Tere and JC indicating that we go quietly into the dining room, and there was nobody. I gave up on it as much as Dani, because we were both upset. No longer wanted to eat.
Intrigued by the reason for the serenade, we asked.
"Well child, you were calm at last, can you say why you cried? .
took to raise his eyes from the ground to release a very piteous face:
- do not know ... ....
Tere
One sentence: " To kill him, go. "
This rarity, Dani until they met five years, we showed it at least six times. Always, suddenly stopped in what he was doing, put her pouty face and burst his repeated NO anger, and mourn. After the tantrum, not remember what he started. A point we were to consult the doctor for this strange behavior. When I decided it was too late, never again to mourn. We stayed all day even without knowing reasons. He himself is surprised by what we have. I vaguely remember that sometimes crying without knowing why.
to forget the incident, walked around Cascais. We saw the beautiful buildings with brightly colored highlighting of it were a crisp white. Kids will love the location of fishermen with their boats, away from the intended large beach tourism.
Cascais
A tower of Estoril was the residence of Don Juan de Bourbon and Royal Family of Spain in exile until the death of Franco. Don Juan for political reasons, renounced the throne in favor of his son Juan Carlos, since he could not abdicate the crown, without having boasted.
Franco had arranged his death, Juan Carlos to succeed him to rule Spain, becoming distant from the dynastic succession from Alfonso XIII.
Estoril-Praia do Tamariz .
toured back to the hotel Estoril and Lisbon. This time without further incident, we had dinner and crash.
. The problems continue on Saturday.
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