Rui Salazar is happy. It’s just that, like a miracle, the ungrateful country started talking about its uncle António again. He thought he was the only one who remembered the greatest and most serious man we had: António de Oliveira Salazar. Rui loves winters because he can wear the boots that belonged to his great-uncle, his mother’s brother. He considers himself a chosen one and there is no day in which he does not try to respect the life that God wanted him to have, the responsibility of being the guardian of the tomb where there are little boots, some clothes, bottles of wine, an old car, objects and the reports of the Councils of Ministers from each day that he presided over the council.
Rui wears his boots in winter. And when you do, you feel lighter, almost as if you could levitate through the corridors of the São Bento Palace, which has never been the same, with democracy and democrats plus their mania for grandeur.
Every day, in the morning, he reads a report on a day of the Council of Ministers. Follow the chronology and when you reach the last day, you return to the first. He sits at the top of the table and imitates his uncle’s voice, makes his speeches and practice allows him to hear the voices of the ministers. Sometimes she prepares tea and brings it to the table like Maria did. After the rain, he goes to the cemetery and cleans the shallow grave of any dirt that would detract from its purity.
Be happy, Rui. And ready to vote next Sunday. Without any doubt where to put the cross. Almost like a miracle, the country once again has good men who remember their uncle as if he were alive and we could go back to being poor, but honorable.
Consultant
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