15 of October

Güten Downhill ; Downtown smokin


   Eating 3 slices of French Brioche I still had left with gingerberry butter I quickly left the house, with the first destination being the last host, which I had forgotten to deliver him the keys,some 400m further from the house of the sisters.I was glad I took the Big Fat Michelin jacket  and the red scarf outside, it was starting to be a fresh cold day in Berne.With my pants dropping while I walked , trying to get them up again,I arrived to his house, leaving the key there.

   After I went to the city center, to the free bike shop, a nice shaq where you can get a bike leaving your id card e a melodica quantia de 20 francos, que comecavam a descontar dai se leva-se a bicicleta normal por mais de 4 horas e a bicicleta elétrica por mais de 2, aquela que eu estava a levar, a qual a hora extra seria cobrada a 2 francs hora, uns 1.65 euros.

   Levei a bicicleta electrica , que nunca tinha experimentado, e la vou eu na velocidade auxiliar maxima.Ao principio ate estranhei, a bicicleta parecia que tinha vida e ao pedalar eu parecia o super homem!Aquela bicicleta andava sozinha praticamente, e eu ia depressa para chegar a Gürten e subir o seu grande monte, e so tinha 2 horas para fazer isso.O senhor disse que era puxado, mas eu tentei na mesma.Mas ia na descontra, demorei os meus 30 minutos ate chegar ao inicio do monte.

  Berne e impressionante, chegando as suas delimitacoes , num momento estou na cidade e no outro vejo cavalos e vacas am pequenos prados verdejantes, ligeiramente ingremes,com as casas tradicionais tipo telhado de tartaruga, todas em madeira.

    Depois dos prados iam ficando cada vez mais ingremes ate que davam lugar á floresta do monte Gürten,um monte de estatura media para uma montanha piquena,com um ar afrescalhado com cheiro a oxigenio.Comecei com as mudancas do motor auxiliar no maximo e a normal na mais pesada, sempre com o motor electrico a dar-lhe com forca monte acima.Ja tinha gasto meia bateria,mas achava que ia chegar la acima.Meti-me por entre a floresta, num simpatico trilho de pedra branca poeirenta, e comecei a subi-lo letamente, o contador nervosamente nos 7, 8 km/h, a cumprimentar os poucos alemaes que iam a descer.Eles comprimentavam-me com um grunhido e eu lanca-va um grunhido tambem, as vezes aumentava o volume do grunhido e roncava como um porco, conseguindo esbugalhar os olhos aos transeuntes alemaes por um momento.A meio mudei para as mudancas mais leves pois a subida comecou a ficar seria, e eu com o meu casaco preto estufado gordo comecava a germinar suor dentro dele.

   Na curva do zigue-zague da subida, parei para tirar o  casaco cheiinho, dando uma mija primeiro, ao lado do sinal inclinado a dizer "Gurten".Puz o casaco no cesto na parte de tras da bicicleta e o cascol aseguir tambem,como se fosse uma padeira tentar enfiar muinta massa numa panela media.

    Agora estava teso , com energias, pus-me a pedalar o caminho que agora ficava mais que serio.Quando cheguei ao inicio do fim, estava estufadamente estafadinho e a ultima parte fi-la de bicicleta á mao, a andar,bicicleta pesada como ó caralho, pois o motor prendia as rodas nestas situacoes.Quando cheguei ao cimo,deparei-me com um cenario inocente , parecia a terra do nunca, so via criancas a brincar e a rir e a gritar.Criancas numa casa da arvore gigante, criancas a andar de comboio miniatura, criancas a jogar xadrez, ou criancas a jogar no xadrez talvez.Fiquei parado com a bicicleta, a espera que o maquinista de 8 anos do comboio passase a linha com ele,e quando este veiculo engracado passou comecei a pedalar ate ao monte mais alto, onde tinha uma torre sem paredes onde se podia ver tudo.

  Tranquei la a bicicleta, Vesti o casaco e pus o cascol a medida que subia os degraus da torre, proprios para a neve, num ritmo forte e conciso.

  Quando cheguei la ao cimo estava fraco e zonzo e por isso comi uma maca a contemplar aquele cenario digno de uma foto mental.

Apesar de estar um ligeiro nevoeiro que ficava espesso ao longe,conseguia ver a cidade toda, desde o centro tabelado ate Schliren, passando por Köniz e Bümplitz, ate aos bairros mais a norte onde estava agora a morar.O nevoeiro deixava-me ver  uns 20 kilometros de raio.Checo as horas -14:25.Tenho de entregar a bicicleta as 15:15, por isso tinha-me de despachar.Quando estava a subir vi uns caminhos radicais para descer e agora ia-me meter neles.

   Mas nao sabia no que me estava a meter.

  Cheguei la a baixo em menos de 3 minutos com o coracao aos pulos, acabando num travansso digno de holywood ,e apesar de nao acreditar no solo ajoalhei-me e beijei-lo á mesma, nao sei como nao morri ali, naqueles caminhos ingremes e estreitos, cheios de rasteiras de arvores ao virar das curvas com valas a espera de um tanso para cair nelas, eu ganhava uma velocidade desgracada e saltava de valeta em valeta, desviando-me de precipicios com aquele travao bom directo a roda , como o dos carros.Agora desviando-me das pessoas, fazendo uma curta bencao a futebolista, sai do monte por uma quinta privada a abrir,passando dentro de um estabulo com os cavalos fora dele, e mais tarde pelas pastagens inclinadas, onde vi um cavalo malhado disfarcado num grupo vacas.Pergutei a direccao a um gajo e ele disse-me que era so seguir a direccao das "tramwaylines".Disso sabia eu , mas quando eu queria saber a direccao certa para o centro ele ja ia a milhas, e eu fiz um-dó-li-ta e ao fim de 15 minutos a pedalar em planicie cheguei ao terminal de comboios para fora do centro da cidade. Coco.

     Vi as horas- 14:53.Porra. tinha 22 minutos para chegar a barraca das bicicletas que estava a uns distantes 6 km no outro lado da cidade.Agora pedalava como nunca pedalera na vida, com o motor electrico a ajudar, andava mais que alguns carrros e passava-os todos no vermelho pela passadeira, com o motor auxiliar no maximo, passei no meio de rotundas pela linha do comboio,passei os vermelhos estupidos e parei nos precisos, quando o sinal dos peoes ficava amarelo ja estava eu no outro lado da estrada, chegando ao centro, subi pedalando ao maximo que eu podia até Zeignsterastrasse ou la o que é, nomes bem fudidos com o dobro de letras necessarios para distrair um portugues menos atento.

  Eram 15 horas e 17 minutos quando cheguei a barraca das biclas.FDS.Ja ia pagar mais por isso e o meu Dybbuk judeu dentro de mim ja pensava em maneiras de escapar daquela, arrancando o pára-lamas da bicicleta e matando o homem careca com a parte bicuda do plastico so para nao pagar 1 euro e meio extra.


   Dei a chave ao homem, que olhou para mim de sobrancelhas levantadas e cabeca baixa, enquanto baixava os olhos para ler o papel com a minha hora de partida, mas depois riu-se ao ver a minha cara de preocupacao e deu-me os 20 francs e o BI.

     o Dybbuk Suspirou de alivio  e deixou o meu corpo e eu suspirei de cansaco ao mesmo tempo, e com o meu casaco preto que nao era magro a comer outra peca de lego, fruta,fui passear pelos mercados da cidade a pe, vendo os precos inflacionadamente suicos, indo ate ao parlamento, só velhotes a jogarem xadrez gigante e Jovens ao lado noutro jogo tb.Sentei ao lado dos velhos e pensei-agora e que uma ganza vinha mesmo a calhar.Fui ate ao jardim ao lado, onde vi 3 meninas gordas a enrrolar uma, e andei mais um bocado  onde me sentei num sitio pacato á frente de uma igreja gótica a ler o livro "The Road".Passado um bocado, oico dois rapazes a falarem alemao a virem na minha direccao e sou interrompido e pergunta-me em alemao um rapaz preto de 20 e muintos anos.


You speak english? -I said.


EngliSH! Ho ENGlish! OK! Is the book that you´re reading the same book I have here?The Art of peace?!-he said exitedly


No, its the road.what´s your book about?


Man!You wont believe this shit!my book is about the universe, the starst and all the things, man!It´s abouT  how all the things are one, how the energy that flows in us is the same, how we came from the same matter, in this reality..!!" he discursed, with a lot of frenetic entusiasm and hand gestures.

Ok, that´s great!


Helyeah! 


He seated in another bench with his indian friend.I was curious and I wanted to talk with that exquisit guy, with a basketball suit and black painted nails, but wasnt feminine at all.


I came to them and saw that his friend was rolling a joint, and I asked what was the name of the book he was reading again.


HyEAh??! You want to know the name of the book A´m Readin?Wright it down, man!


 Shoot!-I said, with a pen ready to write in my arm.


No man, I have a card here!Look, I´ll writte this to you!Man and I write to you another good book man!The Art of War, written by a fukin chinese, Sun Tzu man!


I know this one, what is about?-I continue to make conversation, while the indian friend passes the spliff to him.


*puff* *puff*...It´s about strategy, MAn!-he said, giggling, with smoke coming out of his mouth.
"Its about how to master the attack and how to master the defence!!When you have mastered attacking, your opponenthas no I-DEA where you will going to attack,you know all the tecniques, so you have the upper hand , the element of surRISSE!- he cried entusiasticaly, starting to writte again with a grin and mad eyes, with the papper stuck in his face.

Where did you learn to speak english so well?

I was in London man, and in books, I only read books in english man, makes you think,changes your perception of reality, you become stronger, You see the LIGHT MAN!!- he told me, all speeded up and frenetic


Thatś why Iḿ a BeatBOxer!he stated out of nothing ,waving his cigarette in his hand and making rythms with his mouth after which were good actually


You smOuke?-he looked at me and at the joint in his mouth, crooking his eyes to do so.


Only spliffs man"I said grinning


"Ho YEAH! Cuz we ar smoking a SpliFFF!I let you smoke, youŕe my friend!


While I was smoking, his friend asked me where was I from and I gave him the splif while I said I was from everywhere,thn told him my trip and the black guy said


Man, you have courage man!I wanted to do that man, travel the world and shit!I read that courage is a very important thing  man, you only acomplisg your goals if you have it to get it started, Hahaa MAN!RespecT!-and he continued after smoking-"Hehehehe, I also wrotte you books about power man, The power of seduction!I read this books and now Iḿ an expert pick up artist, maN!How to attract them, how to seduce them, how to talk to them!Thereś a lot to know about it, man!Hey, look, we don have any more smoke, we have to go, he said a bit sadly


Itś ok, I didn want to smoke, I wanted to talk


you WAnted to TALK!he repeated, laughing.

Stay well, man, and good luck!-he said whille greeting me with a dude handshake, and off he went with his friend.


I was very surprise by what had just happened.I wanted to continue reading the book, but i just couldn´t.I said to myself I was in a much higher state to read the book and I started to wander the populated rush hour streets of the center, at 6, I noticed that there is a barrier between the people.No, there is a barrierbetween the people in rapid motion, the "bussy ones" ,walking fast and running and driving the car.I felt that if I wanted to talk with them I couldn´t, they would ignore me or negatively say no even before I ask something.I became aware of this hostile citadine enviroment , and then I saw that the more slow people are, the more open they are .Smiling without knowing the reason I asked a couple stopped in the street where was the street which I already knew about, and they awnsered me and tchitchated with me a bit.I did that with a fastwalking-in-the-other-directon person and she didn´t even look at me twice and went on her way.


I arrived home and Florihana said she was taking a nap so I Imitated her and lied down on the sofa, high.


I woke up with the sounds of water pouring from the sink and knifes cutting and water boiling, and I asked what was she cooking and she strangely seemed not to understand a word of what i said and I only captated from her "Talk to me when you´re awake."


hEHE, i think my rapid awake and rise made a break of tension with the sleepiness and bakedness I couldn´t even spell words propely.I went and took a very pleasant shower,feeling the water drops in my face.


 At night, me and Florihana went to an alternative place, full of street art on the outside and cool ambince inside.we got inside with a friend of her.She was swiss, but I saw whe she spoken she had grown up in Italy.After that , we went to another place,an old ginasium that now had become a cool club-pub , with soft dark lightening and nice chillout with beat music.It was a nicely crouded place, and I met there a guy from the CS meeting and we talked a bit with him.Even though I said I didnt want nothing, her friend brought me a wine glass, and we had a pleasant talk outside and with my thick jacket I was feeling good there, in the soft cold soft lighted tree with a soft talk with 2 girls in the swiss night in Bern.

*13 of october- The Swong

12 of Octobre

   I lazily walked downstairs, and saw 2 kids whatching television.I talked a bit with them in French-English, and I got t know they were brothers of Albertine.I greeted albertine´s mother , that was having breakfast in her diningroom and said to me to eat something.I draged the chair in front of albertine´s mother and had a nice conversation with her about her daughters and my travels and the travels of her daughters.She was really nice.I asked her for atractions in berne and she made some circle in my city map.

At midday I was preparing to leave, when Albertine´s father came.I went upstairs to get my backpack and asked her mother if she had something for the cold.I still had transparent snot in my nose and a strange feeling on my forehead.She gave me vitamin C in powder and I drank it in a glass of water.Against my will, she gave me 2 francs for the bus.And I said goodbye and went on my way to the bus station in that light grey fresh day.At the busstation I got to know a small swiss boy of my age, who said that controls on the busses were rare, and I saved my  francs.I went to Zeightraden, where the swiss girl said I could get a bike for free for some time.I asked the guy what I had to do to rent a bike, and he said I had to give him my id and 20 francs, which would be returned after I delivered the bike in 4 hours maximum, then 1 franc would be taken for each extra hour.Ok, its a good deal.I had a talk with Sandro, the guy renting the bikes, and he was chilledout and nice tall swiss with a lower jaw like an old man and thick glasse on his face.I went to the central station nearby.I exanged 15 euros to get 18 francs, and with my 2 francs I had enought money to rent the bike.

   I went to sandro, talked with him a bit about my travels, and he said "Haha, crazy kid!" and gave me the bike"have fun, dont forget to come here at 5!".I said ok and put my backpack on the backet on the back of the bike, still hanging on it with the straps around my waist.

   I rode throught the center of the town,through the neat expensive sall market in the streets, following the road untill the eastern bridge, where I dismounted from my bicicle and walked with it while contemplating the bears down on the right on the side of the bridge."The city of Berne means Bear, and the Bears are an important symbol of the city, And the people prey a lot thei´r city´s bears.

   It was at the same time a bit sad, the humans had hunt the bears in the region till exaustion, now only 3 bears left to entertain the turists.

    I rode up the hill in the other side of the bridge, and saw a beautifull perspective of the hole city center of Berne.Ho!, I remembered I had to pick up My winter clothing at Sabine´s place, and looked at the map and saw the name of the canton was Bümplitz.I rode a bit  to the west, arriving to an industrial area, I asked a guy in English, and realising he had a familiar accent I asked him in portuguese and he replied the same language.He didn´t know where it was, but said to me that at the end of the street there were some portuguese guys in the construction works.I went there by bicycle and asked a big guy if I he was portuguese, and he was happy to reply in his natural language.He was one of the few portuguese who gave me a full description of the way I had to go, clearly and in good portuguese.He said He spoke & languages, and that he was there for a long time.Hehe, a portuguese speaking 6 languages working in construction, if he was in Portugal he weould be the president for sure!He was very nice and said that If i waited till 5pm he would take me there, but I thanked him aniway and got on my way.He said it would be a 30 minute ride with bycicle,and sure it was a bit far.I followed his descriptions correctly, exept when i went up the bridge instead of under.I realised my error, but what would I do now?I saw a step descent on the right of the bridge, that would go to the street under it, where I shoulg go.The descent was pretty steppy, with thorn threes and bushes, but I ventured in it.I droped my backpack on the tp of the descent, and took the bycicle by the seat, trying to get it slowly downhill, making a lot of strengh to do it.at the final 5 meters I  was slipping with my boots and unintentionally let go the bycicle, and it landed safely flatly on the ground.I dont know how it didnt broke any peace in the fall,but I am glad for it.
   I went up the hill to grab the backpack, went down and pulled my bicicle and went on my way.


    I arrived at Sabine´s place, and after a short talk with food monitoring it, I went downstairs with her and saw the clothes she had for me.I tryed some warm fat jackets and they fitted me perfectly.In the end I had got a black michelan like jacket, a white warm pullover,black sky pants, a red scarf and a warm hat.I thanked sabine and she told me how to get to the city center:" Just follow the tram line!Bye and have a good trip".


 I followed her tips and the tram line , and 15 minutes after I was there at time to return the bike.I talked a bit with sandro, and he said he was*****

11 of October - Hooker chess

TrImmmm..

TrIIMmmmm..

TRIMMMMMM!!

Uaargh!Ha!

    Check the cell clo'ckove -  6:30 in the morning.With all the 4 angled windows, going down the road of  grey lightness to the attic pavement and reflecting above.I was on 2 matresses on the floor, the blanket clover all on the floor.Go downstairs to the kitchen of the famous savory unpredictable flummeries and delicious deserts.Now surprinsingly clean and empty of delightful ,now half lighted from the moitey mid morning rise.-It looks like Im the first one to arrive!take some bread from the dirty clothing drawir for long 

baguetes, put the first of the last nutella still left on the opened white bread.

     

   Louise comes after 10 minutes, childlichly funny as ever.She drove me till the cemetery and I

 got out, saing goodbye to her and retributing goodluck for her studies in Monreal.

     Walked a quarter km to the sweet hitchhiking spot and studied it to spot some carton.

Went to the other side of the road, were there was a carton box next to the trashbin of a car 

seller park.With my black penkife i cut one wall of the box, writting "Suisse" on it with cute 

letters.There was still a space bellow the letters, so I drawed a slice of cheese and 

mountains.I was really optimistic, so I turned on the celephone radio on the K6FM, and with

 some cool french agitated music I Crossed the road and went thumbing with it.I laughed and

 smilled to everyone, but At 7:45 It was harsh too see that that smile wouldnt come back, the

 majority of times.Some didnt even look at me, with a upsidown smile and a depressing look

 on their eyes, to fulfill another morning routine to do another boring 9 to 5 job,that they didnt

 dreamed about when they were kids.

      At 9 I had of it, and did a break eating a slice of brioche

 Louise had given me this morning, put the backpack on and went further down the road, only

 to find that there is no better spot, when the roads all come together I couldnt manage to 

thumb there, because it was a fast beggining of the highway.As I go back again to the service

 station at the outline of the city, passed over the road steel protection and I smell 

something.Shit.I stepped onto a dog trap, and my left shoe scrapped on my lower right pant.

Cursing all the dogs and all the jerk dog owners in the world.I blowed out my nose and my

 pants and my shoe,wich had a thick and sticky brown snot, taking the shitted handkerchief for

 a walk of 200meters,.It danced and giggled to the flavor of the wind, and I just wanted to throw him out in the neares garbage station.

    When I did it, I found out that I still smelled like shit, there was still some entrenched shit in my pants that didn't want to leave for good.So I drew my swett spray out hand sprayed the shitted area in my pants and shoe with  white snow like fumes.MMMhh, know I should smell OK, i though.And as if the driver could smell my newly scent of fresh mountain luck,I got a ride within 2 minutes to Dole, a small town 20kms of Dijon, In a white van with open box.The midle aged grey hair man was once a professional german soccer player, and he showed me the towns i had to jump in in order to get to Bern, Suisse.

     There my luck didnt worsen and after sticking the thumb out for 5 minutes a midle aged tided women gave me a ride to her home town, bencanson.Although she had glasses in her face she couldnt hide her expression of shitty smell detected' , and I realized I was still smelling like a shit hole, and opened my window.But even if i smelled like it, she was kind and gave me her card. said that if I ever visited Bencanson to give her a call, that she would show me arround the city.She had hitchhicken when she was young, and sshe dropped me at the place where she had done it, a cool road by the river.

    As I was writting "Portalier" in the other back of the carton, I saw a guy thumbing just 10meters in front of me.Another fellow hitchhiker!I went to talk with him, and I simpathised right away with my french homonym friend, Joan, wich was going to the same place as I, his hometown."Voy a lavar la ropa sucia a casa de mis padres!"He said with a grin, after knowing I was portuguese.I asked him if it was a problem if I could go with him."no, qureo que no ha problema".And after 3 minutes a black cougar car stopped in and I got inside with Joan, me cosily thight in the back with the 2 backpacks besidesme.and with a cheesy music in the cougar car of the young metalworker, we went at high speed to portalier, 15km of the Swiss border.

     When I got there it was really sunny day, and taking off the overlayers of clothe while Joan told me the best place to hitchhike in town.So with my portuguese t-shirt, I hitchhiked a while, only then realising that I had a post office right in front of me, where I could send my letter to the portuguese court.I asked there if I could send it to portugal with the french chiken postal, which she replied sayng that I had to pay an extra 17 cents to the correct one, which the old woman promply gave to me some the change she was still putting it in her old woman wallet,but a fancy french one.I thanked her for the kindness and went to the zebra crossing testing my luck, when a french teenager talked to me in french, and I understood that the best spot to go to was in front of the service station, a bit further down the road to the right.He was going that way, and I managed to talk with him in french, about his studies, my trip, the music he likes.I thought he was my age, and I got perplexed when he said he was 14."Putan!tu es grand pour ton âge!"I said to him.He smilled at me, and after he told me he was in a professional school and he workerd as an aprentice butler.And actually he had the looks of it, And I couldn't stop imagining him slicing and choping the meat 20 years from now, with the fat in his harm shaking everytime he'd hit the meat,cutting fatless pieaces of meat to the grandma next door.As he was going to shcool, I waved at him and continued to the service station.

  That area already had some swiss air and look to it.It was fukin hot for that region, E eu divertia-me a ver a cara que alguns condutores fayiam.Fodasse, se algumas pessoas vissem a cara que eles fazem quando veem um gajo a pedir boleia,ou pelo menos quando estam a conduzir, faziam uma plastica completa a cara por inteiro:uns olham-me de pescoco torcido, dobrado para me ver melhor por baixo do retrovisor e com cara de violador esbugalhado, outros viram o sorriso ao contrario, desnivelando aas sobrancelhas e franyindo o queicho, outras olham para como se fossem princesas assustadas bechigosas e ainda outros, gordos de duplo queicho, olham para mim com cara de cagalham encravado, com um olho semi aberto e um ar desalmado.I had no luck there.The 14 kid came and said today he had a brake in  school, and he went away for good.After a while I got a ride from a always smiling bearded man, that was going close to the border.I was starting to see  the beauty of the swiis landscape, com as suas escarpes e vales, montes com castelos antigod e arvores coniferas, algumas ja com as folhas aloiradas para cumprimentar o outono.Ele deixoume num parque perto da fronteira, e la eu fiz quatro cortes no meu cartam e prendio a parte de tras da mala, e quando pus a mala para comecar a descer o monte ate a fronteira um carro parou logo em meu auxilio.Eram um casal de velhos suicos calados e simpaticos, que me deram entrada naquele pais maravilhoso(sem controlo de fronteira quando passamos), sem lixo e com paisagens saidas das maquetes dos comboios em miniatura.

     Apos uma curta viagem Cheguei a Berne-magnifica capital de 200 mil habitantes, com o rio a contornar o centro da cidade, pessoas de bicicleta e telados engracados, acabei por chegar a estacao central de berne, onde pedi para ser deixado.Quando estava a sair do carro e a despedir-me dos cotas, O velho disse:"good luck for your travels and always keep safe"ele disse numa voz calma idosa.E depois oulhou-me de alto abaixo e acrescentou"and always keep clean if you have the possibility".Porra, com aquele comentario aprecebi-be que ainda cheirava a merda e eles tinham vindo a comer todo aquele cheiro, de janelas fechadas desde a fronteira.O seentido de culpa logo passou, e com um "Que sa foda" vi que tinha chegado ao mesmo destino, e depois de ndar um pouco pela estacao fiquei mesmo entusiasmado por estar na suica, agora ja parecia mesmo que estava a respirar o ar da Europa!

    Preparava-me para telefonar aos meus hosts, quando vi que nao tinha pausinhos na pilha de bateria do telemovel.Fodasee.Perguntei a um rapaz na rua e ao  gajo das farturas la do sitio que so falavam em alemao.Porra tou fudido.Fui ate a uma loja e finalmente encontrei uma pessoa que sabia falar "a litle bit of english".Suspirando, perguntei onde e que podia arranjar algum sitio com uma tomada para carregar o meu telemovel, e ela respondeu que la em baixo, na Swisscom, podia.Entao desci as escadas e fiquei um bocado a nora, naquele mar de gente apressado e aqueleas lojoas de nome esquisito nao detectei a Swisscom.

         "excuse me?"Uma rapariga suica bonita virou-se para mim.Hora esta, era a mesma que estava a tras de mim na loja."do you know where swisscom is?"ela disse."no,hehe.Can you help me finding it?""sure!"ela disse piscando os olhos.Andamos uns vinte metros ate a loja, onde ela falou a rapariga do balcao em alemao e depois eu deilhe o meu carregador e o meu telemovel e o meu nome, e ella disse que dentro de 1, 2 horas passava la para busca-lo.Great!Falei um bocado com ela e conteilhe que tinha chegado mesmo agora.Ela era mesmo nice.Com cabelo e olhos nem ruivos, nem castanhos, tipicamente suicos , carinha de boneca,era uma boa reccepcao à cidade de Berne.contei-lhe um pouco sobre a viagem que estava a fazer e ela pareceu muinto interessada, e perguntou se eu nao queria esperar em casa dela ate o telemovel estar carregado.Com certeza!.Estavamos a passar a alta ponte sobre o pequeno rio e ela disse:"Diss hotel is where where i work.I'm 18 so they dont pay me much, because i'm still learning.Its great, because I live very near, in a house with my boyfriend, just some 500 meters from where I work!Istn that great?" Acenei com a cabeca.Fodasse, ela tem namorado,pensei.Hehe, tambem nao querias a sorte grande , nao?mas nao ha problema, e so a primeira hora aqui na suissa e as coisas ja comecam a correm bem....

        Falei mais um pouco com ela e vi que ela tambem fumava das suas,e contou-me uma cena muinto fixe sobre a suica:na suica,os moradores de cada bairro, podem votar sobre especificos lugares como ruas ou parques no seu bairro para nesses lugares ser permitido fumar erva.Se a maioria ganhar, entao esse parque torna-se um parque "verde".Chegamos a casa dela e la estava o namorado dela, que nao falava muinto de ingles mas era bacano curtia jogar computador, jogos bacanod como call of duty ou gta4, com legendas em alemao.Ela perguntou se eu queria agua e eu disse-lhe que sim, e ela pos-se em biquinhos dos pes para buscar um copo de plastico que estava la em cima do armario, e eu vi que ela tinha um rabo mesmo jeitoso e a medida.Fodasse, que pena ela ter namorado, pensei.Ela oferceume bolachas com chocolate ,e, bebendo a agua e bebendo as bolachas da gula, passei os meus pensamentos para o ecran.onde o seu namorado jogava um jogo de terror interessante.Depois os dois jogaram Gta4, onde ele disse"She drives the car like a bitch!".Hehe, e era verdade, se aquela miuda tirasse a carta de conducao limpava o sebo a 5 gajos na primeira rua que ela pussesse a segunda.Ela conto-me que eles alugavam aquela casa num bairro para pessoas que teem pouco dinheiro financiado pelogoverno, e achei muinto bom dois jovens adultos poderem ja ser independentes com pouco dinheiro que ganham.Troquei o contacto com ela e fomos todos para a estacao, porque o namorado dela queria comprar roupa nova.Fomos buscar o telemovel e despedime deles.

     Paro um pouco para respirar o ar fresco.HEHE estou no meio da europa!Mando Sms a algumas pessoas que se disponibilizaram para eu ficar em casa deles, e dpois de meia hora so a Albertine respondeu, a dizer que estava em geneva mas que, em ultima das hipteses, os seus pais podiam receberme.Eu disse que ela era a unica que me tinha respondido.Estava no primeiro andar da estacao, numa especie de varanda grande,sozinho, a olhar para as pessoas atarefadas, e fazendo uma careta ou outra especial cada vez que uma reparava em mim!sinto um tremido no tel e ela respondeu, disendo que ia avisar os pais.depois mandou-me outra mensagem a dizer que era okay.

     Eu vi o papel que tinha escrito em Franca,com os contactos e moradas suicas, e vi que a morada da Albertine Schellenberg estava um pouco confusa, e dedusi que era em Shlirën.fui a estacao de turismo e pedi um mapa, e shliren nao se encontrava nele.Perguntei a mulher e ela disse que era na direccao sudoeste da cidade, e tinha de passar por Köniz primeiro.Como so ouvi estes nomes, eles soaram-me estranho ao ouvido, e tive de repeti-los varias vezes para ficar com eles na cabeca.Tentei ver onde era a casa de banho, e vi uma seta para "Mcclean", com WC escrito aseguir.Wtf?pensei.Segui a seta e nao queria acreditar.A casa de banho tinha virado privada,da companhia da Mcdonalds, e tinha de pagar 1 franc ( uns 70 centimos) numa maquina electronica para a usar.O que?eu pensei.Porra, devia mase mijar na maquina e fuder o circuito a esta merda, e deichar um presentinho a porta para eles aprenderem a nao porem portagens em tudo.Conversei com umas miudas sorridentes e perguntei onde havia um sitio para mijar (piss) enquanto fazia gestos e o som de gargolejar, para elas perceberem melhor.Elas riram-se e apontaram para uma barraca moderna vermelha, do tamanho de um contentor, mesmo ao lado da estacao.Fui la, tranquei a porta e mijei na sanita de aluminio, e fiquei muinto impressionado que a mesma bacia para defecar era a mesma para lavar as maos, a agua asim reutilisada para lavar a pia,uma ideia inteligente que nao me tinha atravessado ainda a minha cabeca.Saindo da casa de banho um pouco mais iluminado,Segui com a mala as costas na direccao sudoeste,perguntando sempre as pessoas por shlirin, ou shiren.Berne era uma cidade europeia muinto fixe, com o centro historico engracado, com os seus mercados cheios de flores e queijos e presuntos e barracas de chines com massas quentes saborosas.Tabuleiros de xadrez gigantes pintados nas ruas das cidades, com pecas a condizer para as pessoas jogarem,parques limpos e um rio pequeno mas com caracter que se curva perante o centro da cidade, onde no verao os locais e os turistas mergulham e deixam-se levar pela corrente, ate se cansarem da pasmaceira e subirem a ponte baixa para saltarem outra vez

    It was almost dark and I only had left the center, and I passed under a autobridge near the river 

and I heard a whistle.I look around and saw, leaning on the window, in a red lighten room, an appealing black women.When she saw me, she energetically shaked her boobs and called me over, and I started laughing until I couldnt on the randomness and awkwardness of the situasion.

   

  I wasnt laughing now.my body was screaming inside,I was preety tired from the back from carrying the backpack for 2 kilometers now. asked and asked and asked the swiss people, and they would guide me with their directions, and I finally ended up in Köniz, where I saw that schliren was a neighbourhood at the top of a big hill in front of köniz.I walked up the hill, all my back muscles sayng:Rest!stop this madness!But I would´nt rest until I got to my final destination.When I finaly climbed up the cold hill, it was 9 pm, no one in the street, and me desesperate because I didnt fnd any sign sayng schliren.I was all wet and I was tryig asking the cars entering the roundabout, but they didnt even bothered to open their window.Fuck!

 Finally at the end of some escrutiating 15 minutes, I saw a boy with a pretty girl´s face, and asked him where schilen was"We are in schilren"he said.Fiew, I exaled in relief.I was here.I asked the guy If he knew where his street was, while I searched for the name of the street in the papper in my pocket.The papper wasnt there, so I said to the doll boy to wait a minutewhile I was searching in the other pockets.I searched better on the right pocket.It wasnt there.I throwed the stuff on the ground.On the pocket on the left of the pants it wasnt too.I throwed all the stuff there to the ground.On the back pockets I only found rubish paper and a clip.To the ground again.I searched the pants, the sockets, the jacket, the other jacket,the upper pockets and cracks and after 5 minutes I hadnt found the papper, the guy still waiting and a big pile of papper ad shit on the floor.I searched in the interior pocket of the jacket, in the pocket inside that pocket and FINALLy I found that shitty papper with the adress.


     "*sight*, do you know this street?Hasssenstrass?(why the fuck all the "s"´s)"I said."wait a minute" he told me, while he drew his new age phone from his pocket, accesing the wireless network and going to online maps, where he put the adress and said:"this adress is in Köniz".


       ...no way....NO FUCKING WAY!! "wait.I thought it was in Schliren!let me see!"I said and looked at his phone.He was right.Shit.I had walked all the way to the end of Köniz and hiked 1km up to Schiren only to find out that the adress was at the beggining of Köniz!I laughed at the situation and at myself.I sickly thanked him, grabbed all the crap from the ground, put the backpack and like a defeated mule I went down the big fucking hill to köniz again.Well, descending all the holy saints help, that´s what my grandmother says.And it was kind of easier then hiking up.When I arrived at Köniz I still had to walk 2 kilometers to the house.I still didnt know the exact location, so I did an extra kilometer going further then going back again to the right bus stop, where there I read the nice coordinates made by albertine:

  "(..)

;)wen your at

 te busstop, cross te

 rod,tak te rod lef 

from te hairdressr,

n ten turn right

nex to te divin

shop, nex lef"

  Turning left at the diving shop, I read the name on the board, joyfuly out loud "Buschweg! BUSCHWEG CARALHO!!HEhehehe!!"a dog walking his man strangely looked at me.I continue to the left to the poor lighten rich street.I walk some bit and after seeing the number 19, I realised I had walked a litle much and went back a few steps to the famous Buschweg 17.Buschweg 17 was a nice big house with a nice garden.Finally, the door at the end of the tunel!!I ring the door and a tall man with  ponytail welcomes me:"please, come in!"he said.He was the father of albertine, and he guided me to the secon floor of the house were I would sleep in abertine´s older sister´s room.He left me alone, sayng I could do whatever I wanted now, and he came back with an orange juice box and a glass, sayng I should probabily be thirsty from all the walk I had made.I thanked him and when he was gone, I drank the juice like I had a timed period to do it.When I dropped the backpack I realised and started to feel the bruises from me epicly stupid journey.I rotated my shoulders for a bit and when I was better I went for a shower.After I finished it and dressed myself, I went downstairs to talk with her parents, but they were going to bed and told me goodnight, so I went upsters and contemplated the foto´s on the wall abertine´s sister had taken.

   

9 of October- La forêt de champignons magiques

    After waking up late, Heloudie came by the house with a friend, asking me if I wanted to go with them to the happy homeless place for second hand donated stuff I had went with Leticia.

      

    Heloudie bought a big gourd to make a lamp and a deep basket.

 When we got out of the complex, we would go for a walk in a forest.First heloudie's friend said left or right to the road, then  it was heloudie's time to say then mine.It is funny how in that area there are a lot of fields of cultivation and you see a thick virgin forest in the midle of them, with its boundaries really outlined and precise.We went to a small path till we got to the limits of the forest.We stopped the car there and went inside it through an even  path.It was amazing the forest inside, with creepers on the floor and crawling the thin trunks of the trees of the rigion, letting through a litle light throught the gaps of the leaves.We started looking at the grounds but we didnt find any.We got to an impassable area and we wento to another side.When we got out of the Forest I had my shoes with a big layer of mud underneath,

 for wich i have spent a considerable amount of time in the later afternoon cleaning,them.

I contacted the courtoffices in lisbon, because I had to be there on the 21 and I couldnt.They said i had to write a mensage to the 3rd criminal rod

8 of october - the green man

        I woke up at the students small place, and he had gotten up already.I was feeling a subliminar hangover, and I was blowing my nose more then ever.He didnt spoke much of english ,but i understood he said today he had only classes after lunch.I was convinced I had my jacket when i got to his place, but I searched all over and I was wrong.He was a 18 year old nirvana hair cool guy, and I went to his school because he told me that I could eat there, but there was a security sistem in the kitchen so I went home, walking a lond way with a sunny day, buyng a baguette and arriving home.

        They were a bit worried about me, because Lorette told Heloudie I had disapeered last night, so she stayed at home today till i get back.Seeing me alive and safe, I went with heloudie and a blond rasta friend to see a friend of them at the hospital  which had suffered a car acident.

        On the way to the hospital, we smoked some spliffs in the car, getting a cool state of mind when we got out.

        The friend was in a robotic cool wheelchair, and in 3 months she would be able to walk.She was a very preety gitl with a dool like face and litle sprinkels on her cheeks.We went outside and had a goodtime laughing  and speaking.

8 of October - Cold Drinken

Spent a cool morning bicicling through the suburbs of dijon, after a smoke with bene and giomou.

   At the afternoon Heloudie and Louise were attending a Friends house party, to inaugurate the house, and they asked me if I wanted to go.I said yes and we went to lorette's party after dinner.The house was in a flat in dijon, and it was a nice one.When we arrived there people were already a bit drunk, and to keep up with them I drank vodka orange cups, losting track of the count at 5.There were lots of universitarian girls and some boys,  and the mood was great.Lorette was triyng to get heloudie and louise to go to the disco but they had to study tomorrow, so they rejected the invitation.They said I could go If I wanted, and in my dizzy dazzed mood i said "OKÈ!" AND i went with the french party people to the disco.

   The alchool was being digested in my stomach and I dont remeber much after-We danced like crazy,I remember a hat being passed from head to head,we danced a bit more and then we were out.Then I remember asking a girl Where we were and were was rue de la charmettes, to wich she crudely replied turning his head with a lifted chin and straying me waving her hand like a rich person.So me, lonely, like a stray dog, wandered around the streets of Dijon with no destination, with only my t-shirt on.

   I dont know how it happened but a student saw me and I slept on the ground of his appartment, after acurately throwed up all the purple slimmy vomit to his toilet.