Stories of Paraná - The visit of the Governor

Stories of Paraná - The visit of the Governor

The visit of the Governor
José Castro Bortoglin

Political masters, pay attention and do not forget: the credibility of the work of each may be in things seemingly minor and insignificant.
How, for example, fulfill the promise of visiting a small town, with its observers and behaviors.
For a small community does not forget, ever an insult.
It is in the collective memory, just as it was in memory of Brazilian history that President Reagan called us from "Bolivia", in full visit to Rio de Janeiro.
Many years ago, Good Earth, a small town nestled in the valley of Ivaí, waited in vain for the governor's visit.
The children were instructed on the eve of the nuns, to don the dress uniform - long sleeves, skirts and pants neatly pressed and shoes shined - won pennants and off they went to fren-le podium newly fitted.
The nuns also wore the uniform of the important days, with long skirts casemira German, a marine blue. And it was summer.
Residents of the city and sites left the housework to welcome the governor.
Mayor, mayor's wife, minted, cousins ​​and the like, the vicar, in all its glory day.
Everything clean and tidy, trees painted white halfway, whose huge rubber seeds brought not know where, purple bloomed beautifully lands of Northern Paraná. And had just torn because spoiled the sidewalks with their roots.
Hours passed and nothing governor.
Mayor impatient, bad tempered woman - "is that the prestige it is not as great as he says or talked nonsense back in Curitiba, when he visited the Iguaçu palace?" -, Tired children, slamming the flags at each other.
Hunger Site pressing personnel accustomed to an early lunch.
The view already tired of looking at the empty road, occasionally kicking up dust when a car turned the hall clover, where a group hoped the delegation.
More than one afternoon, children disobeying the nuns, insisting on going home to take water.
Finally, after much waiting, emerges from the middle of the black car pulling poeirão entourage.
Fireworks, loud noises, people getting ready, the mayor's wife straightening her blouse further down. The black car passes by scraping band music. Stops and opens the door, close the stairs from the platform. And down the deputy of the region, raising his arms to the crowd.
Waves, excited, but the expectation is stretched their necks to see who is behind the governor, either. And it's not - oh disappointment! - That the governor did not come? Another appointment in a nearby town - and bigger, of course-took him over there.
A few beckon to the deputy.
Are silent at the time of the speech, looking aside to the mayor and realize that the first lady steps back on the heels.
Nobody says anything, or comments that. Go to lunch almost three o'clock in the afternoon, the white rice in the pot already hard aluminum.
Children take the dress uniform dirty now, half white with brown heels, and under the shadow of rubber.
The delegation part alone. The mayor back to the city, his wife for the Province of teaching, and all, in the small town, get the feeling that she is after all much smaller than they thought.
When he ran for Congress, by then the former governor had no hope there. Nor remembered canceled at the last minute the trip promised.

Bortoglin José Castro, agricultural technician in Apucarana


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.