they came. They presented themselves in their own way. When I asked them directly which hospital they work in, they hesitated for seconds until they clearly said:in SI“.
I went down into the depths of the worst feelings a man could cultivate to realize that he was not there, that there was nothing. Then I went up, slowing down so as not to hurt myself. “Oh! So you guys are the strong guys? They are real. From the Criminal Investigation Department?In front of me are a man and a woman and neither of them seemed like hell to take us. Life is like that and people, as far as we expect them, are just people.
On Thursday, April 7, by chance, the day after my birthday, I received an email from Plataforma 27 de Maio stating that the association had complained to the Government of Angola about the exhumation and identification of the remains of the 27 May victims. It was as comprehensive as possible, and as a result of the invitation, two Angolan doctors were traveling to Portugal. Anyone who was in Portugal and interested in participating in the process must provide their name and contact details. I did it right away. On April 8th, by chance, the day before my father’s 67th birthday celebration, I received an email from the identified coroner confirming that on Monday, April 11th, from 2:30 p.m., the medical team would be waiting for the victims’ relatives to proceed with the collection technique. Elements of DNA analysis at the facilities of the delegation of the South, in Lisbon, and the National Institute of Forensic Medicine and Forensic Sciences (INMLCF) in Portugal.
I arrived well before 2pm, went from there to Gotho and came back several times until 2pm decided to go in. I introduced myself at the front desk and heard what to expect, ”And it’s only 2:30 in the afternoon“.only at 2:30 p.m. would he end up looking like he had arrived at 9:30 a.m. I’ve been wanting to tell someone since I was 16 months old, not sure what,”This gentleman, wherever he is, is my father. Respect us! Respect him! respect me!“
I don’t know if it was so long, if so short, I didn’t even realize how much time had passed and what had happened during that time until a lady in a white coat approached me and asked me to go upstairs. “We weren’t expecting you so soon, sorry I kept you waitingI nodded, which didn’t matter, and went straight to what I was worried about.”You know, I have sickle cell anemia and I have really bad veins, that’s all that worries me“.The lady explained to me that they would only collect a few drops with a device.”Like diabetics?She said yes and explained that they would collect saliva from the horns. He was fine. I was asked to wait in the waiting room, where there was a colleague, and there, another man and woman joined in whom I understood were ‘Angolan doctors.’ We greeted each other kindly and frankly and I asked them where They were in Luanda and then I realized they were from SIC.
Any good son of Angola knows what a SIC is, but in the face of the information I didn’t feel anything that was fear, apprehension, or mistrust. The only thing that occurred to me was to ask myself, and put on that paper, who would be the criminals who would come to escort them? Will they come to accompany us children? Are you still watching their lost footsteps, our murdered fathers? In those seconds I got lost in a world of Cartesian questions and he activated the flash so I wouldn’t get lost,”You must love cinema, for one or two things you said, I realize you must love making films, I would like to have a production company.Game came.I know you know I know you know what I know and I knowAnd God commanded him to enter the room so that he would not be long.
After the exam, I asked the technician. “My aunt donated blood for the same operation in Luanda. In May last year, she went to the Commission for the Implementation of the Reconciliation Plan in Memory of Victims of Political Conflicts (CIVICOP) to claim the remains of my father and her brother, after which she was called to collect photos, fingerprints and blood in the lab. Could you ask Luanda to send you the lab results to corroborate this biological data it collects from me?She said yes, she gave me her email and the manager’s email to apply and left. Outside a so-called “criminal technician” smiled and sat down in front of me. A paper had to be filled out. In the corridor that was empty before, there was a really small family gathering and we were greeting each other guessing each other’s names.
Even before my interlocutor gave me the occasion paper, I asked him: “So they identified 10 bodies, right?He nodded between yes and no. she continued: “It’s 50 thousand. When do you expect the process to be completed? End of year?The only thing he could not wait answered me: “We know where the bodies are. Our former colleagues refer to us. Some still work with us. They know where to put the bodies.“
You dropped me. This is, as such, in a corridor, in short, for all intents and purposes a place where medical services are rendered. He continued. “We can do this on our own. We don’t need the Portuguese for anythingAt this point, he asks a colleague to bring him the file. Here comes a black Kraiser + Kraft protective bag and I’m trying to figure out where to roll the dice. In the open bag, hundreds of collecting materials pile up, swabs and syringes scatter and fill the bag almost to the floor. “be seen. What they have, we have, too. We might as well be the ones doing the tests. If you like it, let us know and we’ll start the process.“I still ask, in the middle of the scene with no red lines,”But can you recover my aunt’s file and join mine?“Smile of victory.”We have achieved.“
Life always insists that I put me in the ocean, and puts to the test the things I have taken for granted, like the remnants of humanity hammering into every man, like good over evil, like forgiveness over all our sins…Then here I am, I don’t know where to move , stuck between what we are and what I refuse to see, between this backpack of stones I can no longer understand to use. why? where? By what logic? Is it worth continuing? Let’s see what else?
I replied. “I’ll talk to someone more experienced than me and then I’ll tell you something. I just want you to commit to handing over my aunt’s case data.“Yes and at first I had to get up from the cell phone’s ringing. It was Che. Finally my brother.”
– “It’s nice to hear your voice.”
– “and I’m yours”.
I went to the end of the hall. She sat. We talked. It ended, that Aunt Mimosa was of the same opinion. And I didn’t hesitate. I came back to talk to a fellow of the men who killed my father. “I already resolved. I will accompany my brothers. The process stays here and it will follow the same procedures as you do“.
Not knowing the way, nor the reason, nor where this bag is taking us, I remembered that there might be an end to the storm. Like Jerry’s and defibrillators. I got out of there. “Walk, walk / With hope in your heart / And you’ll never walk alone / You’ll never walk alone.“