JUNE 29 DE 1975
On June 29, 1975, one Sunday, I had done the same routine forever.
In the morning, he had attended a solemn Mass at St. Joseph Church, at Avenida Afonso Pena, between Tamoios Streets and Holy Spirit and lunched one Kaol the Revolving Restaurant in Rio de Janeiro Street, Seven Square corner in the building basement Helena Passig.
In the afternoon, a nap at home in Itajubá Street, corner with Rua Pouso Alegre, in the Forest, a film at the Cine Paladium in Rio de Janeiro Street, a beer in Maleta, at the Bahia Street. At night, watch TV at home. Routine, pure routine.
As was usual and as he liked to know what were the last important day news and be always on in the news, I had a habit of watching every night, the Royal Reporter, who had succeeded to the Esso Reporter, TV Itacolomy .
The Esso Reporter was the main television news from Brazil to be extinct in 1970. It existed from August 28, 1941, when it was first presented at the National in Rio de Janeiro Radio, mainly to reporting the events of World War II.
It was created in the United States to spread propaganda war and was broadcast in fourteen countries of the Americas through fifty-nine stations of radios and televisions. It was sponsored by the American oil company “Standard Oil Company of Brazil”, known in our country as Brazilian ESSO Oil.
Ceased radio activities on December 31, 1968, with his last transmission made by Radio Globo of Rio de Janeiro, but remained being presented, the TV networks until December 31, 1970, when it had its last performance aired by TV Tupi.
That night of June 29, 1975, one Sunday, the news presented by the Royal Reporter were within what I considered a normal news standard, nothing that could be considered a special mention of those who would make me stop what they were doing to pay more attention to what was being reported.
I was on my way to the kitchen when I heard made me stop and run near the TV. The reporter had just announced that a military plane to fly over a city in Minas Gerais, had suffered a crash and dropped on the region bombs carrying as he headed for a military exercise.
The government spokesman said the Air Force would release an official statement so were details of ownership of the operation.
What made me stop my walk to the kitchen and put me next to the TV was the word Mutum I had heard quite clearly. “Holy shit, the bombs fell in Mutum,” I said softly.
My first step was to call a friend who worked in the writing of Itacolomy to acquaint myself better about what happened. He informed me that the news was being released just as had been informed by the Government dissemination services. When asked if there was anything else, by the Air Force, he told me that there was nothing beyond what was announced in the Royal Reporter.
Then made a call to the home of my grandparents in Mutum, receiving information that there only knew what they had just heard, released by TV Globo, the TV Tupi and TV Bandeirantes, only TV stations that were captured in the region. No other news was released, not even through the radio. And the city was that it was a stirring one. A real madness, never seen before. He told me my grandfather.
As it was the same information I already had and it would do me no good trying to get more information that night, I decided to go to sleep and leave to try to better understand the whole situation the other day in the morning. My sleep was very agitated and interrupted dreams that were more like nightmares.
(To be continued next week)