Oscar`s House in the Hills
Here, the cleaner woman followed us aound the house not
for fear of theft but desperate for a chat. She talked "at" us
in gutteral bouncing portugese and as we left, she followed us
asking how we were getting home. We were scorned for
suggesting a taxi, "muito carro" she exclaimed. So on we walked
down the road and she showed us her own house.
The site was almost identical to mr niemeyer´s it just
happened to be made of scrap metal. We then
waited for a bus with her under crackling power lines.
she raised a finger a cackled "contacto". The bus arrived
and she threw us on. Nice auld woman she was
