The Murder

4th Chapter

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4

While I was still with the Faculty of law, with some difficulty, because of my work, which demanded a lot, was still frequently visits the House of Assistance Saint Rose.

Juliana was still working in the House, and his work as a therapist helping many of those people, especially the children. When I visited her gave a helps her to make those kids smile.

For a change John and Dahlia were always the first mess. It would be nice to see that double fun. And how it would be nice to see her sister watching straight from brother. Love for life. Those two could never be separated.

Sometimes I made the safety of children (without anyone knowing, of course, turned out to be and is still forbidden to have a second job), but as it was for a good cause, nobody exhausted my patience. This security was mainly when there were excursions. They go visiting museums, parks and sites.

And its times like these I learned more about the human being. Some people are pitied and even played with the children, but many, many people even complained about the mess and the small defects. Pure prejudice. As if those kids could not lead a normal life and do visits to a site as a museum.

Once, at the State Museum, I saw a mother with a child of seven years or so, looking with a certain disgust for the House of Assistance Saint Rose, and talk to that whispering was to approach them and not get mixed up, because they weren't normal. I was amazed. Even whispering I still couldn't hear him because he was very close to her, staring at a statue. Juliana was beside me paralyzed with the prejudice of women.

Another time, I had to use my position as a police officer to arrest a felon mature (because of there was nothing juvenile, was already a Lord of his fifty years).

We were in the City Park, eating ice cream, when this citizen appears and apparently in a hurry he saw was being hindered in its path by John. Back was turned and didn't see the man, and, as I couldn't hear, did not move when he spoke almost screaming to get out of the way.

Until I explained that the boy was deaf and mute and that no point him yell. The boy wasn't going to hear anything. That's when he let go the Pearl:

-There is, I know, besides black is deaf and mute. Had to be a nigger with defects.

At the same time I caught him by the arm, put back and cuffed him. I gave voice to prison for the crime of racial slur and took him to the station. There he tried to argue that he was in a hurry and got mad, that's why I said those things. No avail... Who says such a thing with the hot head is because you already have the biased thinking and just appearing in this way.

The children of the House of Assistance Saint Rose Support has different types of what we might call problems. Some are born with Down syndrome, others with Asperger's syndrome (a variety of Autism) and others with autism deeper – these deserve much more attention than the other – not to mention that other children are born missing a member, kids like John and many others.

These children were abandoned by their parents. Some will probably say that these parents are irresponsible, monsters and other adjectives least publishable. But thinking differently, they could have aborted, or thrown away, as often happens. I know that, because I've seen many ferns and even newborn babies thrown into landfill, in rivers, creeks. Believe me, it's a vision that's not going to like.

With the direction of his sister Catherine, the House of Assistance Saint Rose gives the chance of someday being small. Not a hindrance, but someone who produces, and thus is happy.

It is an exceptional work, full of love and dedication. The problem is when we crossed with individuals who have never had a problem (perhaps a small brain).

I had a true love for these children. That the way they were and deserved to be happy.

In home support wasn't just children ... There were teenagers and adults, but these were more difficult because the situation had already a certain age when they reached the House, but still are treated with the same care dispensed to children.

At the same time, my relationship with Juliana was booming. We were increasingly passionate and had us swearing we were getting married.

It was still early. Really thought it, but I had still much to do. I was in the middle of the course and wanted to finish first.

On one of those days that I was lunching with Juliana, in the Backwater of Restaurant Peacock bass, where you eat the fish you want the way you want, one of the best places – if not the best – to enjoy a fish of the region, had arrived a little late and had no more places to sit.

A lady that was sitting alone at one of the tables, a little distant from the entrance saw what we were looking for a place to sit and gently ceded part of the table for us.

She performed as Eva M. A very nice lady, with its 50 years of age, a strong black, like a grandmother very enthusiastic that we see in these old paintings. And talked a lot ... Almost never spoke; only her. I'd like to tell stories. The children, grandchildren, and her life.

Eva was a grandchild of a pioneer town, who arrived to help in the construction of the Madeira Mamoré railroad in the early 20TH century. She said her grandfather was a native of the Bahamas and along with thousands of that country came to Brazil with promises of making money and helping to build a railroad that would be very important for Brazil.

When he arrived here, there was already a flourishing little town on the banks of the river Madeira, great and famous tributary of the Amazon River, which grew thanks to this enterprise.

- My grandfather George was a large man, kind and hardworking. Here he met my grandmother, Jane, who had also come to work. They fell in love and if any of them had still plans to return to his country, abandoned completely, settling. Had my father and uncles, who when they grew too worked for the railroad which operated in full swing.

"My father was a railroad engineer. Worked hard for years to give us the support needed for that we weren't forced to work on the road or in the workshops ".

"We had the best study that there was at the time and so when I grew up I decided to be a teacher. My brothers also have embarked on the path of education and today are retired as teachers ".

And you remember well the old locomotive? I asked, already loving the conversation, because the story of the origin of my city fascinated me for everything that happened.

- My little friend, I walked straight into the old locomotive. My father as a machinist took me on the road sometimes. It was wonderful.

And the conversation flowed more. Unfortunately as it was a restaurant, and I'd work later that day, we had to say our goodbyes. Not before know that lady was famous (people came always greet her). We learned that in addition to teacher she was a historian and has had several books published by counting the clearing of the region since the first numb was settled here, in the ancient village of Santo Antonio. The name actually looked familiar, and then I called the name of the person. I had heard about Eva Machado, but I didn't know that lady in front was the famous historian.

We arranged another meeting and from there was born a sincere friendship that we cultivate with love.