Perplexity... By Fausto do Rosario
I am definitely not part of the increasingly audible chorus of those who believe that this country and its services are going from bad to worse, with little or nothing left for us to drown in the swamp of complete mediocrity or, irreversibly, to crash. , on the precipice of complete chaos...
However, I appeal to those who understand these issues best, for the necessary clarification so that this poor islander's mind can understand the complex corridors through which postal parcels circulate, since:
- a friend, an emigrant in distant America, in a gesture that has been common for more than a decade, sent me a Christmas gift, taking care of sending it on "time and on time" - more than two weeks in advance, in such a way that his reception would take place like Santa Claus coming down the chimney announcing the Good News;
- the same sender later understood that he should visit his family, in this same court and having arrived at these "ten grains of earth", he spent around three weeks here, having returned to the cold "uncle Sam's lands", in the first days of this year;
- but, from Santa Claus's gift, to this day, more than a month has passed since it was sent, knowing that since the first days of January, in Cape Verde, neither "smoke nor sent" as if the 60 miles that separate Santiago and Djarfogo, were more insurmountable than the thousands through which my Christmas package traveled, which, it seems, neither a birthday package (on the 25th), will be...
Not even in the time of the famous captain "Aniba" and the mythical feluchos "Santiago" and "Perola do Oceano", this so close was so far away...
