I wanted to be as slow as paper but everything is beyond me. Everything fades, everything fades. Things tend to disappear in the digital. To pass as if they were unimportant, despite carrying the most basic feelings. I remember a letter that I never got to write. She was supposed to slide around the world slowly. Let it navigate by boat across the oceans, hand delivered by a postman. And I liked the idea of a letter chasing you, my friend, even though I didn’t really know where you really are and what your real home is – I wrote “João in Almada”, as if it were for me.
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*Journalist and Director of the newspaper Hoje Macau
