Bruno
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- Jul 1, 2018
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In the annals of history, the rise and fall of the Portuguese Empire stand as a testament to the ebb and flow of power, marked by both virtues and flaws, that characterized its existence for nearly half a millennium. From its inception in the 15th century with the conquest of Ceuta to the poignant moment of relinquishing Macau to China in 1995, it remains one of the longest-lasting global empires, with each chapter contributing to its eventual decline. The initial signs of decline manifested with the death of King Sebastian, an event that echoed as a proverbial nail in the coffin of the empire, and subsequent centuries saw the nation weather the Napoleonic Wars, leaving it severely broken and indebted. The empire, once a symbol of grandeur, turned into open revolt, marked by the regicide of King Charles and his eldest son, leaving the younger heir to grapple with a nation in open rebellion. The establishment of the republic in 1910 did little to quell the unrest, as Salazar's dictatorial rule ushered in an era of reorganization, transforming the empire into core states. The tumultuous four decades that followed, with ten years of colonial war, saw the empire crumbling under the weight of rebellion. A quest for democracy and freedom, coupled with external influences such as the Soviet Union's involvement against Portugal, led to the dismantling of the empire. Yet, the aftermath was far from peaceful; a tribal war ensued among warlords in Angola, Mozambique, Guinea-Bissau, Cape Verde, and São Tomé e Principe, plunging these newly formed nations into chaos marked by famine, disease, and mass genocide. Cape Verde, however, harbored a distinct sentiment. Despite attempts to negotiate its status within the Portuguese Nation, such efforts were repeatedly thwarted, and with the Carnation Revolution, the democratic leadership opted to abandon the ultramarine territories to their own fate, granting hasty independence.
Fast-forward to the present, a backdrop laden with historical intricacies, and the current Portuguese government extends an olive branch to Cape Verde. Rafael Pereira, the ambassador of Portugal in Cape Verde, embodies this diplomatic mission. A humble man who spent his formative years in Cape Verde, Pereira understands the struggles the nation faced post-independence. With poverty, famine, and a decline into irrelevancy casting shadows over Cape Verde, Pereira, fueled by a deep love for the nation, embarks on a diplomatic endeavor.
In the confines of his car, alongside his trusted driver Carlos, Pereira contemplates the challenges ahead. A man intimately familiar with the nuances of Cape Verde's history, he envisions a future where the nation can once again thrive under the Portuguese umbrella. The proposal on his lips entails Cape Verde becoming an autonomous region within Portugal, akin to Madeira and the Azores, and other states within the nation.
As he entered his state-car, he would see, from the windshield, his private driver, Carlos, he had known Carlos ever since he had been appointed to the office of ambassador, there was only another person he trusted more than him. His wife.
“Hello Carlos, how are you today?” Said the Ambassador.
“I'm good friend! How's Helena? I hope you didn't forget your anniversary tomorrow” He chuckled.
“Ah!" He exclaimed, hitting his own palm into his own forehead. "Good thing I thought it was today! I already bought her a gift! Always once step ahead!”
They both laughed, exchanging quips at each other.
“So where to Sir?” Asked Carlos Still trying to contain his laughter.
“Onwards to the Ministry of Mrs. Veiga, hopefully she is in good mood today”
“Hopefully!” HE said, as he drove towards the building.
As they approach the Ministry of Mrs. Veiga, the atmosphere is charged with anticipation. Pereira, ever the optimist, hopes to find her in a favorable mood as he initiates this delicate diplomatic dance to reunite Cape Verde with its colonial past, not as a subordinate, but as an equal partner under the banner of peace, democracy, freedom, and prosperity.
"Carlos, let me ask you a thing, and be honest please...." Pereira told Carlos, worryingly and asking for advice.
"Anything friend? What's wrong?" Asked Carlos, knowndly looking at Pereira, noticing a tint of worryings.
"What is.. What do you think, speaking in if's of course… My Portugal would try to reunite with your Cape Verde?"
Carlos looked at Pereira, first with a firm thought, then unleashing a big smile.
"Sir don't take this the wrong way, but why would a nation like Portugal or any other want anything to do with Cape Verde? Theres no food to go around... medice is for those who can afford it... and security is mostly handled by the rich to the rich. We got to many problems to deal with, no nation would care."
Pereira would be saddened, but still hopeful. He would intrude again before leaving the car. "Do you think, the people are better now.. or before the war?"
Carlos would look at Pereira, the big smile would turn into a frown and sadness.
"Sir...to be honest, at least before, we had food on the table, and police on the streets. I'm lucky I have a good paying job that supports my kids, my wife.. I have a good house in the safest parts of Praia..." He would pause. "Its like my old father used to say...It's like I can still hear him... During the strife, he always exclaimed to outsiders who tried to steal his hens.." He would pause and raise his fist. "If only the tugas were here!" With that, he would nod to Pereira.
Pereira would answer with a question. "You never did told me what happen to your father, Carlos."
And Carlos would retorque. "That will be a story, to tell you when you come back."
With that Pereira nodded, say goodbye to his friend for now, close the door, and turn towards the Ministry.
Fast-forward to the present, a backdrop laden with historical intricacies, and the current Portuguese government extends an olive branch to Cape Verde. Rafael Pereira, the ambassador of Portugal in Cape Verde, embodies this diplomatic mission. A humble man who spent his formative years in Cape Verde, Pereira understands the struggles the nation faced post-independence. With poverty, famine, and a decline into irrelevancy casting shadows over Cape Verde, Pereira, fueled by a deep love for the nation, embarks on a diplomatic endeavor.
In the confines of his car, alongside his trusted driver Carlos, Pereira contemplates the challenges ahead. A man intimately familiar with the nuances of Cape Verde's history, he envisions a future where the nation can once again thrive under the Portuguese umbrella. The proposal on his lips entails Cape Verde becoming an autonomous region within Portugal, akin to Madeira and the Azores, and other states within the nation.
As he entered his state-car, he would see, from the windshield, his private driver, Carlos, he had known Carlos ever since he had been appointed to the office of ambassador, there was only another person he trusted more than him. His wife.
“Hello Carlos, how are you today?” Said the Ambassador.
“I'm good friend! How's Helena? I hope you didn't forget your anniversary tomorrow” He chuckled.
“Ah!" He exclaimed, hitting his own palm into his own forehead. "Good thing I thought it was today! I already bought her a gift! Always once step ahead!”
They both laughed, exchanging quips at each other.
“So where to Sir?” Asked Carlos Still trying to contain his laughter.
“Onwards to the Ministry of Mrs. Veiga, hopefully she is in good mood today”
“Hopefully!” HE said, as he drove towards the building.
As they approach the Ministry of Mrs. Veiga, the atmosphere is charged with anticipation. Pereira, ever the optimist, hopes to find her in a favorable mood as he initiates this delicate diplomatic dance to reunite Cape Verde with its colonial past, not as a subordinate, but as an equal partner under the banner of peace, democracy, freedom, and prosperity.
"Carlos, let me ask you a thing, and be honest please...." Pereira told Carlos, worryingly and asking for advice.
"Anything friend? What's wrong?" Asked Carlos, knowndly looking at Pereira, noticing a tint of worryings.
"What is.. What do you think, speaking in if's of course… My Portugal would try to reunite with your Cape Verde?"
Carlos looked at Pereira, first with a firm thought, then unleashing a big smile.
"Sir don't take this the wrong way, but why would a nation like Portugal or any other want anything to do with Cape Verde? Theres no food to go around... medice is for those who can afford it... and security is mostly handled by the rich to the rich. We got to many problems to deal with, no nation would care."
Pereira would be saddened, but still hopeful. He would intrude again before leaving the car. "Do you think, the people are better now.. or before the war?"
Carlos would look at Pereira, the big smile would turn into a frown and sadness.
"Sir...to be honest, at least before, we had food on the table, and police on the streets. I'm lucky I have a good paying job that supports my kids, my wife.. I have a good house in the safest parts of Praia..." He would pause. "Its like my old father used to say...It's like I can still hear him... During the strife, he always exclaimed to outsiders who tried to steal his hens.." He would pause and raise his fist. "If only the tugas were here!" With that, he would nod to Pereira.
Pereira would answer with a question. "You never did told me what happen to your father, Carlos."
And Carlos would retorque. "That will be a story, to tell you when you come back."
With that Pereira nodded, say goodbye to his friend for now, close the door, and turn towards the Ministry.