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We beat about narrow alleys, between low shop houses and freshly painted modern blocks of flats. Large palm leaves shade neatly kept lawns. Backs of the buildings are adorned with nice-looking spiral staircases. Mouthwatering scents coming from opened kitchen windows fill the air. A huge painted peacock and goatling peek from the murals. In one […]
A passing downpour fills the air with a scent of steaming soil. Inescapable humidity is intensified by large-leafed tropical trees and fan-shaped palms. Under a bridge, through the forest floor, flits a small, brownish animal. Black, beady eyes watch cameras and hidden behind them, people. Small, mouse-like nose sniffs the air. Thin, deer legs carry […]
A tiny booth – one of the many similarly looking. A kitchen and storage at the same time. Its supreme king – bent by time small grandpa – skillfully shifts between metal shelves full of bowls and cups. Sunburnt hands, covered with creases of wrinkles, briskly toss fish cakes sizzling on a grill grid. From beneath […]
A two-storeyed, angular building with grey walls, stained with mould and mildew. Sandwiched between other, similarly begrimed by torrential rains of the monsoon season, a sizzling sun of the dry period, and fumes of everyday heavy traffic. The first-floor windows extend to a view of thick black electric cables running through the entire length of the […]
Lego-like containers are piling up in a tiny port. Mini-cars speed up in webs of mini-roads. Red roofs of mini-shophouses flash between green canopies of mini-trees. With an eagle eye, we are trying to spot a familiar looking place. And there it is – ‘Kiosk’. Our weekend oasis of relaxation and good beer. Its tiny […]
We can barely squeeze through the narrow streets filled with festively dressed, colourful crowd of people. Always lively Indian shops are even more busy than usual. “No, no. Five is not enough. It must cover the whole arm”, the owner of the shop fixes her headscarf and with an apparent expertise in a topic continues […]
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"It is 'Romeo and Juliet'. Bitter-sour ripening cheese - manly like Romeo and marmalade made of marmelo - sweet like Juliet."
Laughter echoes over the long table marked here and there with golden specks of the sun piercing through leaves of the vine. Laughter hearty and contagious. After a while, the whole courtyard, hidden in the blissful shade of grapevines, sounds with it. Even dogs tired of the heat set their tails in motion.
Only minutes ago, the same people – family and friends – were working in the heat of the sun. Hands armed with sharp scissors cut the heavy, emerald-golden bunches of Alvarinho - the world-famous jewels of grapes from the Monção-Melgaço region.
Sweat flooded the eyes. The merciless rays of the sun scorched every each of the skin. The backs ached from long hours of work.
The afternoon washed away fatigue and toil. They dissolved in joyful closeness. They were drowned out by delight, over the mouth-watering dishes steaming on the table; by the buzz of conversations and rascal jokes; by the burst of the wine bottle cork, fancifully cut with a knife and by the clink of wine glasses raised in toasts.
They disappeared between handshakes, pecks on the cheeks and hearty slaps on the back - "great work!".
Work that will start again at dawn tomorrow. Again, it will break backs and flood still sleepy eyes with sweat. The work that won't stop for many, many weeks. And which, along with exhaustion, brings the happiness of keeping the tradition alive.
The tradition of human life led to the rhythm set by nature. The tradition of sharing the hardships of work and the joys of rest. The multi-generational tradition of creating a unique wine taste - as sharp as the toil and as sweet as the friendship. As the family.
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