They are patches of a reality that mark our sensitivity, written by Antonio Loja.
This is a book that is divided in two, literally. On one hand, we have a love story between two people who have in common only the fact of being in a foreign country, Brazil. It is a romance of generations. Age is a factor that weighs in this unusual relationship, is always present. It is a romance that blossoms on the pretext of a painting, which leads us to an uncharted island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean. The second patch is much more striking, in my view, relates the camaraderie of a squad in the colonial war. Life is balanced between the visible and invisible. The nightmares are real, made of flesh, blood and bone. The only way to survive is to be awake at all times. The fatigue and carelessness win over many. Both die Portuguese and Africans. They are the spoils of war. This story follows the work of a particular group of soldiers, a team of mines and booby traps. Nobody wants to be one of them. They risk more than others. Everyone wants to come home alive and whole. And they come back, but fate is cruel to one of these men in particular, in a way so unexpected that shocks us to the core. In "as an invisible river 'stories are like the banks of a stream of water, different and equal at the same time. Basically these stories have one thing in common, love. It is love that makes Francisco surpasses his own prejudices. It is for love that a father builds a well for this son and all these affections are the prelude of these very moving stories. Good reading
