Matosinhos - Portugal

I did not known about Portugal. A log time ago I began to learn portuguese and it sounds like a bit of nostalgia now. I was 18-yo, in love, attracted by this country, especially the town with this incredible bridge as an echo of the ones in USA, and also the «little Corcovado » hidden behind the bridge, echos to the one on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. That said, I forgot almost everything since I started to learn spanish, deliberately to avoid confusions in my mind due to similarities between the too idioms. With first Obrigado in my heart, I travel to Matosinhos close to Porto to make a special thing in this country.

With my friend Daniel Mordzinski, I arrived in an empty room of a museum with only a large printer and some photographing stuff. Day by day, the walls was covered of beautiful prints I have processed after helping Daniel to make portraits of festival attendants and personalities of this festival called Literatura em Viagem (LeV).

The immersive experience was when I took the high velocity train and arrived in Lisbon at the Calatrava station (Oriente) not really in the center but a station that was made to bring people close to the World-Wide Exhibition of Lisbon 1998. I met in center a friend, the writer Antonio Saravia and his wife. They let me discover the neighborhood around Bairro Alto. We had a drink in the special place called «Pavilhão Chinês», a bar that contains more stuff I would collect in my whole life as a decorating items. (Rua Dom Pedro V 89, Lisboa 1200 - Inauguração como bar a 18 de Fevereiro de 1986. O Bar Pavilhão Chinês está localizado numa antiga mercearia do princípio do século XX, mantendo o mesmo nome de origem). One more time I was looking for what I don’t know. Walking in the city, without knowing exactly what I’m looking for, let me walk’n walk tying to avoid tourists groups, trying to get in touch with people in the bars, be open minded.