Last week I was about to start practising the violin in one of the rooms of Aurimar’s flat when I realized it was already occupied – by a couple of ducks. Not exactly what I had been expecting – where on earth did they come from? Turned out they live in the backyard and sometimes venture inside for a nice meal of styrofoam (swed. frigolit). Quite surprising considering that Aurimar’s home is in the very central of Bragança, on one of the busy shopping streets.
And then of course, there’s Chrissie. What would I do if it weren’t for the dogs!? In Belém there’s Jimi (Hendrix), a toy poodle with very poor eyesight, which makes playing fetch rather amusing; and in Bragança there’s the most adorable yorkshire terrier you can imagine. Chrissie was the first one to greet me when I arrived here, and we instantly became best friends. She is thirsting for love, and as soon as she sees me she quite literally throws herself on the back like a hairy bat so I can scratch her belly. She gets very upset if I stop and urges me to continue by nipping my fingers. None of the dogs seems to be walked regularly however, and I have offered to take them out to breathe some fresh air.
Oh, and I almost forgot the bird. There’s a tiny cage just outside the entrance of Aurimar’s flat, and it hosts an Amazonian bird (don’t ask me which one). It sings beautifully, the only problem is that it’s repertoire is somewhat limited. It sings the same three notes over and over and over again, in the exact same manner, all day long, only stopping now and then for a loo break. You can hear it out on the street, which I suppose is a good thing if you forget where you live. However, I am tempted to release it to it’s freedom one of these nights, for the sake of itself and everyone else.