Portugal. on the way to change. No, we didn’t go to check if it was worth crossing and not to get a passport, but the trip helped me understand a few things. Lisbon. We gathered in a sleepy and foggy square. We waited for the guide in a blue shirt and in the meantime we discovered that most came from the north of the country and some from the center, but we all had the same sad look, wanting to run away and forget a little.
The guide told about the difficult history of the country: war, earthquake, tsunami. It’s hard, but most of it already happened thousands of years ago. We stopped by a monument to the Jews of Lisbon. She did not miss any detail of the events of the massacre that took place there. In those moments, time froze in me and jumped straight from the Middle Ages to the present day.