In the pre-history of Sousa’s world, there was a curly-hair girl lost in a quirky bizarre small village in the Portuguese Alentejo, trying to bring peace to her memories, and a cosmonaut who had long forgotten how it was like to be happy.
Initially, just like two undercover double agents, they set up a meeting at Feira da Ladra. He was nervous. She was hungry. They walked up and down the castle hill, talked and laughed, drank Porto with chocolate cake and finished the day running after a soon-to-depart bus called Felicidade.
Since that day, running late after buses became a sort of national sport in the Sousa’s world.
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