Thread of life

[EN] My grandfather died when I was 4 years old. My father died when I was 41. I'm now 43. Part of the family stories were left untold, unknown. Some of them down deep in time. Other just on the surface. But the unrest remains. As if handed down from generation to generation. The restlessness of the journey is always there. The departure. The arrival. But mainly the life you live intensely in between them. And Africa has always been the central stage. My grandfather travelled to St. Tomé and Príncipe, circa 1916. My father went to the Belgian Congo, from 1949 to 1960. From the whole I know almost nothing. The later has more photos, old slides, recorded by my father. From the former, I have found only a few images, black and white, some made in a photographic studio, with formal poses, photography sort of an original souvenir to send to family on those days. One single date, May 1916. What led them there? What was their life like there? What did they brought back, what did they left behind? I feel the need to know more, to seek, to build part of that family history that I feel is missing. And I feel that this family history tied to Africa is not limited to these two men. The restlessness settles in once more, the desire to depart returns again. Looking for the thread of all these lives. Of my own life.

[PT] O meu avô faleceu tinha eu perto dos 4 anos. O meu pai faleceu estava eu com 41 anos. Hoje tenho 43. Parte das historias de família, ou DA família, ficaram por contar, por saber. Algumas em profundidade. Outras mesmo à superfície. Mas a inquietação, essa, permanece. Hoje sinto-a como se passada de geração em geração. A inquietação da viagem. Da partida. Da chegada. Mas sobretudo do caminho que se vive intensamente pelo meio. E África está atravessada nesses caminhos. O meu avô, em São Tomé, por volta de 1916. O meu pai, no Congo Belga, de 1949 a 1960. Do todo sei quase nada. O segundo tem mais imagens, velhos slides, registados pelo meu pai. Do primeiro, apenas algumas imagens, a preto e branco, em estúdio algumas, com pose, marcos importantes para enviar à família. Com uma única data, Maio de 1916. O que os levou lá? O que viveram? O que trouxeram, o que deixaram? Sinto a necessidade de saber mais, de procurar, de construir parte do que me falta dessa história de família. E sinto que essa história de família ligada a África não se esgota nestes dois homens. Volta a inquietação, a vontade de partir. À procura do fio condutor de todas essas vidas. Da minha vida.

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