The bathroom of our House had no roof and the eyes of my sister didn’t have cataracts. The the pilot either. The aircraft was suspended for a few seconds in the air while he and she looked; and they said things that I didn’t understand in the candor of my nine years. My sister extended her smile and the ship man renounced his flicker. I suspect that his heart stopped beating as he contemplated the simply beautiful face of the woman on the ground. And my sister? She marched to school filled with happiness and returning in the evening still full of joy, going back into the bathroom, to rehearse again, the scene of the next day.
Meanwhile my parents, were increasingly more, concerned about the issue of the plane. In a kind of family Council, we decided to climb another three metres the antenna from the TV. In this way we would have a particular scarecrow that, for the case would be scares aircraft. All approve the idea less someone who remained silent and went to bed with eyes flooded in tears and heart invaded by sadness. The subject worked and, for a few days, we enjoy with more peace of mind the mandatory meeting for lunch. My sister on the other hand lived like a pendulum that never ended his perennial and monotonous, journey from loneliness into sadness. A few days after we go the aerial police officers reached the House and spoke kindly to my dad. They delivered a letter in which the carrier, in cordial terms, requested their collaboration to lower the antenna. We hope your patriotic collaboration, I reached to listen to the voice of my brother Rafael, who was that better read in the family. I had the letter in my hands and it caught my attention the company letterhead: at the left side of the blade, was the image of a pilot, an image that seemed well known.