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  • Precisely eight years ago, at 8th, April, Leo and I with our remaining cats were moving away from Curitiba.

    It was a hard decision to execute, but decided since before the end of 2004. For me, it was not a case of profound wish to leave my home place, but an urgent need to go away and ahead. After the tragedy of having to leave behind many of our beloved cats, family and friends, we should let the past stay where it already was.

    A first signal appeared in a Saturday morning, when I woke up and opened the bedroom curtains. I had never seen so many black birds together pecking the ground. Beautiful, large, many black shining under a poor sunlight. It was not a usual scene – I bet it was quite rare – and I was sure I was the only person to watch it happening at that instant. I was horrified!!

    It took a good breath until I could look at them better and see the beauty of their color – not black, but deep blue! The months before that vision had been so, so hard and we were not exactly in the mood to pack our things and face a new reality in a town that had already started to beat our family as heavily as dirty games do. After the birds vision, I thought: “what was decided must be carried away.

    We decided to leave Curitiba at April, 7th, but in that day Leo was stoned by the Dramamine and couldn’t wake up to drive. The travel needed to be delayed for the next day, because Leo and the cats stayed druggy all day long.

    The next day we should have a long car trip, with the cats and Leo’s mom who decided to help us in the enterprise. The day was hot, the car was full, the cats were doing their better, the music was bad. It was a solar eclipse day.

    I was an aficionada on Astrology and esoterism, and I was not planning to have to do that decisive moving and trip under a total solar eclipse. Those days had many disturbing facts like Pope John Paul II’s death and our own personal storms, but there was not another day or another solution: our stuffs had already gone to the new house and we should be there before their arrival.

    We were leaving São Paulo up to Rio when the huge eclipse happened and I thought it was too late to moan of “if I could have done different”. A homesick tear came to my eyes, in the backseat of the car. Some weeks later I would read in an esoteric site that a decision taken under an eclipse would take 19 years to be reverted in case of regret.

    The former garden in front of my apartment seeme to have sent me messaging crows!
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