1990 was a special year, at least for me, the university student that my uncle Humberto went to pick up at the airport in the last days of July. I remember that I made the trip on the last plane to connect Lisbon to Madeira. There were no shops, no open cafes and I sat the closest to the boarding gate, surrounded by bags that, at that time, people filled the trunks with what was not in the basement bag. And I had not managed to stick between my …
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1990 was a special year, at least for me, the university student that my uncle Humberto went to pick up at the airport in the last days of July. I remember that I made the trip on the last plane to connect Lisbon to Madeira. There were no shops, no open cafes and I sat the closest to the boarding gate, surrounded by bags that, at that time, people filled the trunks with what was not in the basement bag. And I had not managed to stick between my …