I ran my fingers over the books, feeling each story inside the coloured covers. I could imagine them writing every preface just as I’m writing mine, scratching line after line when words did not come out as I wish they would. For a few moments, my body became immobilised and I simply focused on what was around me. I was truly amazed. Bicycles everywhere?
– Isabella! – What are you doing on the other side of the window? “I’m looking at one of the most beautiful landscapes that I have ever seen. “I know, the mountains,” Olivia murmured. Turning back, Olivia’s face was serious and thoughtful. – I’m going to photograph you.
I played with the handle, the wrist, of the camera, remembering the first photo of that day – a girl facing a basketball basket. So much had changed and so suddenly … Time passing by. Even when it seems to be impossible. However, the pleasure was to feel that emotion that was taking of my body – I explored the new route of the city, something I had never done when I visited Matosinhos.
“Manchester,” Dariya said in a cheerful voice. I imagined during the trip from London to Manchester what the city would be like. “There,” Dariya said suddenly, pointing to the city, “we are already at Piccadilly Station. It was not the closest station to the Christmas market, however, it would only take 18 minutes on foot. – What can we buy there? Alice announced in an catching voice. Dariya laughed.
Oh city with history, Oh city full of light, Oh city of wine! I am a witness that I could get lost in this small town, between small streets and great avenues, with houses more and more colourful and full of history through the smell of fresh paint. Porto offers a harmonious synthesis of ancient and contemporary attractions. A city with character, with personality, of friendly people and with a charming accent, of a beauty that I lack words to describe what I have in my soul.