Stories of Paraná - A visit from Auntie

Stories of Paraná - A visit from Auntie

A visit from Auntie
Dominic Pellegrini

When still crossed the ferry Tibagy a little couple moved to Londrina, he and her poor family in São Paulo
four hundred years - I thought living death living in that hinterland.
Then the maiden aunt decided to take a look, a surprise visit.
It was like carrying bags, briefcases, bag, vanity case, umbrella, hat.
Ourimbah left, the last stage of the journey, right from hairdresser to the bib.
Dali to Londrina was a leap, they said, and she wanted to get like a flower that end of the world, ready to take up the niece back to civilization.
Imagine living in a small town in the woods!
35 In the bib was still open at the sides, with stirrups, and the bags were on the roof.
She thought it was a horror.
Then, when the red poeirão closed the road not even see the driver she pulled over, said he was going down. The driver stopped and was about taking the bags, she looked at the forest and decided to continue. The hairstyle was hardening and dust reddening, as the foliage of the road.
In Tibagy, had to wait for the ferry and she was washing up on the edge, fell into the river, and where fishermen cleaned fish in a mire of scales and guts.
Washed as can a hillbilly house, changed clothes and crossed the river stinking fish but resigned: nothing bad could happen after that. Then dropped a downpour and missing so little they saw the smoke of Londrina, had to help push the bib. Not wanted, but the driver said: "Madame, that everyone help or is everyone."
Pushing fell in front of red clay, sticky, asked to die, but worse was to come: the bib jammed once and would reach Londrina walk. She said she would never leave the bags, pets, and bearded, thicker than play butcher, said it would soon be dark and she did not know the mosquitoes away. The man offered to take something, she gave the bag was with the overnighter.
Among puddles and floods it was seeing it until it was nice, gave a helping hand, do not laugh when he fell.
Given seat, he showed the way a mine of clean water and ice.
Then cut a palm tree with a machete, she said she judiação.
He took the palm palm, took the palm kernels and offered, it proved, was a delight.
It gets better with honey, he said thrusting a mug on a stump, took full honey Jataí.
But even better is this here - he had a flask of whiskey, which the British Land Company sent come Scotland.
After the third sip she said, after all, to the earth-red also had some good things. And you have not seen anything, he said, hugging her not to fall again.
Londrina arrive with empty canteen, embraced and singing a popular song.
The next day, when told she would die of embarrassment but had no time: he was at the door with two engagement rings and a truck loaded with sacks.
He said he was going to sell coffee, had availed to ask if she wanted to marry. I do not have much, he said, but what really matters you ever met yesterday, is not it?
They married in a month, had a baby eight months, and she, with her fine manners, do school among ladies and girls of Londrina pioneer. And I always say that good land, even if it is where we think, you know?

Dominic Pellegrini, writer


Source: Stories of Paraná, Brasil.