MUTUM OPERATION – arsenal

(Episode 36)

In Mutum, the arrest of Paulo Otavio, identified in news reports as Sergeant Flores, alias Commander Mario and his subordinates, Hélio cables and Caesar, known there as their Liberato and Douglas employees left the all stunned residents. And scared. It was, after all, the guerrillas. And guerrilla considered by the government as being dangerous.

In memory of all they were still recent Caparaó events, when in the late 60 subversives were arrested that they intended, according to said older residents, taking the entire region to start a communist revolution and overthrow the federal government.

But what left the People of Mutum even more frightened was when the military exhibited at Noble City Hall Hall, the real war arsenal seized as a result of searches made in Fazenda Nova Esperança, bought by Paulo Otavio to Sô Neca in Imbiruçu, closed gate and money.

In a hidden and protected by a cloaking site, a lot of boxes of ammunition of various calibres were found, and others containing from knives, daggers, machetes, handguns, shotguns, rifles, carbines, assault rifles, grenades, machine guns and even a bazooka that, reported a military man, was able to take down any of those helicopters were in Mutum or even a large plane.

Those who saw all that weaponry had really good reason to be frightened.

When I returned to my grandparents’ house, earlier that night, I confess that I was who else was amazed at all the events of that day.

However, those who had the greatest surprises that day was me.

When pushed open the room door and entered, I realized I was on the light of the dark room of the corridor connecting the living room with the dining room. As even went to the kitchen to go I looked and I ran with Marta.

My heart jumped as I stopped, looking at her. “My God. You Marta “ I said. And she, who was back packing something in bed, turned answering. “Of course I’m Martha. I thought I had forgotten. ” He walked over to where I was standing at the door, he reached out and hugged.

“How could I forget you,” I said as he watched the strolling slowly look around your body. “It’s beautiful,” he said. She just gave me a look and smiled saying “Uncle Oliver had told me you were in Mutum” adding “But it seems that only have time to work. I thought I was not even see you. Tomorrow I travel to Aimorés, “ he concluded.

I’d assured her that her whole world’s attention, would not leave her alone to get on the bus and we would talk much yet. She told me that this was even expected me to do. Both smiled.

That room was always surrounded by mysteries. At least for me, who grew up in that house very early hearing in the dark room, where, looking corridor that connected the dining room to the living room, I could see a double bed, always tidy. But you could only see her when the little pendant lamp over the bed was on. Off, the room was dark by day.

Today, we spent so much time of my childhood, I understand why so much darkness. There was in the room, a side window that had been sealed, even sealed. If open, give to the balcony from the inside, as we knew the dining room of the passage space for the pantry, where supplies were stored and that by a narrow passage leading to a side street of little movement.

The window had been closed so that there, on the balcony, it was possible to put a huge closet, where were kept the house work tools. The dark room without the closet placed in your single window could be a common room.

Their destination was to receive guests, visitors, since the house was always full of welcome from the country relatives or friends of my grandparents, passing through the city.

The closest relatives, like my uncles and cousins, were housed in eight other rooms of the house when there spent their holiday break seasons or when needed to be in Mutum for medical examination or treatment.

But the biggest mystery surrounding the dark room was concerned, when I was a child, the belief being haunted.

We listened, on some nights, strange noises coming from there. And of course we had, me and the other children who’d wander through the house, the courage to go see what was happening, what the causes of noises.

On the afternoon of the day I turned sixteen, when I entered the house, returning from school, I soon realized that there was visit. I heard people talking and one of those voices I was strange.

Upon entering the hallway, I realized that the dark room was lit and, on the bed, an open suitcase and a few pieces of clothing.

In the room, a pleasant surprise. A girl who seemed to be about twenty, talking to my grandmother.

When she saw me, she smiled, called me by my name and came towards me. He opened his arms and told me he wanted to give me a birthday hug, explaining that my grandmother had said I was birthday. I received your hug and I could feel his tight perky breasts against me.

His embrace was more time consuming than a regular hug. He told me his name was Marta and was the daughter of a friend of my grandfather. In fact, she said, his father was more than a friend because, as a child, had lived also in my grandparents’ house to study. When she said the name of his father was Matias I told him I remembered have heard my grandfather about it.

She, still smiling, said sure we would be friends and she wanted me to stay with your company in the city, since she did not know almost anything Mutum yet. I said yes, it would be a pleasure and I keep my school stuff in my room, which was at the top of the house, in a second floor we called townhouse.

When I came down for lunch, Martha was already sitting at the table, eating lunch.

After lunch we left so she could buy some things he said he needed.

I took her to the pharmacy, supermarket and a stationery. Her all the way, talked, talked and talked. As I liked to talk. And I looked at everything and everyone. I saw how he looked at the boys, my colleagues then, for sure, I knew I would fill my bag. She seemed like a cheeky boxer. She looked at the guys and looked soon after to me to ask who he was, what he was doing. I was giving you the names or nicknames. At no time she asked me to present it to someone, to my luck, because he was getting bored with his interest in faces.

On the way back, as he delivered some packages for me to carry, I accompanied her to the dark room, which made me sign in to leave packages. There, I said about the room being too dark and she told me she did not care and that even felt good, because it might sleep better. Even more, he told me, liked to sleep naked and not run the risk of someone seeing her naked for some hole out. “You will not look at me, is not it?” He said and was laughing watching me as I felt I was getting red as a ripe tomato.

As I was putting the packages one by one, in bed, she went out without telling me the lamp was on. Soon the room went dark, leaving only a trace of light where the door was, as the hall lamp was also cleared and already was late. We were both in the dark part of the room and she gave a low chuckle wondering if he was seeing. I told him yes, but not the right way. She told me she also saw me just like a ghost, and laughed more. I reached out and touched her shoulder. She held my hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it . He tightened his grip and slid my hand down his face telling me “now goes before anyone gets here. Before releasing my hand put it in her boobs and pressed for me to feel, hard. She came over, gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and I went out and quietly, completely disoriented. And for the first time in love.

The other day Marta began dating the son of the owner of the pharmacy, Juquinha, one of my friends.

Now, the past few years , behold, I meet again with Martha. “This world is really small,” I thought.

How had passed the dinner hours, I went to the kitchen and prepared myself a plate and sat at the table in the dining room where I was alone, eating dinner. A few minutes later she arrived, asked if he could sit there to keep me company. I motioned for her to sit. We talked until I finished dinner. Then we sat in front of the driveway of the house where they were now, as they always did, my grandparents. There were goofing off and watching the movement of coming and going of people in the square yard.

I told him of my trip to Belo Horizonte, my studies, my work and the reason for being there in Mutum the service.

She told me she had graduated in Pedagogy in Caratinga, married a boy there and widowed three years ago. I was living in Aimorés and had no children. In a kind of sad tone he said he could not have children and I was thinking of getting a child to create, to have the presence of someone else as a company at home.

Had gone to Mutum just to talk to a family of Santa Elisa he wanted to leave a daughter, ten, live with her in Aimorés to study.

When I told him I was enjoying having found, he told me that he intended to go to Aimores that day, but when I heard the grandparents I was in Mutum, had decided to sleep there and just travel the next day. Putting his hand on my hand told me softly , “I’ve dreamed so much that our dark room. It will be very tasty sleep there again. “

Later that night, when silence took the house I was stepping light to the door of his room, which was unlocked, opened it without making any noise and went. I was watching a few seconds in the dark until, with my eyes accustomed to the dark saw her lying on the naked couple in bed with hands outstretched to the side of the body, me smiling. Was beautiful.

The  arsenal

In Mutum, the arrest of Paulo Otavio, identified in news reports as Sergeant Flores, alias Commander Mario and his subordinates, Hélio cables and Caesar, known there as their Liberato and Douglas employees left the all stunned residents. And scared. It was, after all, the guerrillas. And guerrilla considered by the government as being dangerous.

In memory of all they were still recent Caparaó events, when in the late 60 subversives were arrested that they intended, according to said older residents, taking the entire region to start a communist revolution and overthrow the federal government.

But what left the People of Mutum even more frightened was when the military exhibited at Noble City Hall Hall, the real war arsenal seized as a result of searches made in Fazenda Nova Esperança, bought by Paulo Otavio to Sô Neca in Imbiruçu, closed gate and money.

In a hidden and protected by a cloaking site, a lot of boxes of ammunition of various calibres were found, and others containing from knives, daggers, machetes, handguns, shotguns, rifles, carbines, assault rifles, grenades, machine guns and even a bazooka that, reported a military man, was able to take down any of those helicopters were in Mutum or even a large plane.

Those who saw all that weaponry had really good reason to be frightened.

When I returned to my grandparents’ house, earlier that night, I confess that I was who else was amazed at all the events of that day.

However, those who had the greatest surprises that day was me.

When pushed open the room door and entered, I realized I was on the light of the dark room of the corridor connecting the living room with the dining room. As even went to the kitchen to go I looked and I ran with Marta.

My heart jumped as I stopped, looking at her. “My God. You Marta “ I said. And she, who was back packing something in bed, turned answering. “Of course I’m Martha. I thought I had forgotten. ” He walked over to where I was standing at the door, he reached out and hugged.

“How could I forget you,” I said as he watched the strolling slowly look around your body. “It’s beautiful,” he said. She just gave me a look and smiled saying “Uncle Oliver had told me you were in Mutum” adding “But it seems that only have time to work. I thought I was not even see you. Tomorrow I travel to Aimorés, “ he concluded.

I’d assured her that her whole world’s attention, would not leave her alone to get on the bus and we would talk much yet. She told me that this was even expected me to do. Both smiled.

That room was always surrounded by mysteries. At least for me, who grew up in that house very early hearing in the dark room, where, looking corridor that connected the dining room to the living room, I could see a double bed, always tidy. But you could only see her when the little pendant lamp over the bed was on. Off, the room was dark by day.

Today, we spent so much time of my childhood, I understand why so much darkness. There was in the room, a side window that had been sealed, even sealed. If open, give to the balcony from the inside, as we knew the dining room of the passage space for the pantry, where supplies were stored and that by a narrow passage leading to a side street of little movement.

The window had been closed so that there, on the balcony, it was possible to put a huge closet, where were kept the house work tools. The dark room without the closet placed in your single window could be a common room.

Their destination was to receive guests, visitors, since the house was always full of welcome from the country relatives or friends of my grandparents, passing through the city.

The closest relatives, like my uncles and cousins, were housed in eight other rooms of the house when there spent their holiday break seasons or when needed to be in Mutum for medical examination or treatment.

But the biggest mystery surrounding the dark room was concerned, when I was a child, the belief being haunted.

We listened, on some nights, strange noises coming from there. And of course we had, me and the other children who’d wander through the house, the courage to go see what was happening, what the causes of noises.

On the afternoon of the day I turned sixteen, when I entered the house, returning from school, I soon realized that there was visit. I heard people talking and one of those voices I was strange.

Upon entering the hallway, I realized that the dark room was lit and, on the bed, an open suitcase and a few pieces of clothing.

In the room, a pleasant surprise. A girl who seemed to be about twenty, talking to my grandmother.

When she saw me, she smiled, called me by my name and came towards me. He opened his arms and told me he wanted to give me a birthday hug, explaining that my grandmother had said I was birthday. I received your hug and I could feel his tight perky breasts against me.

His embrace was more time consuming than a regular hug. He told me his name was Marta and was the daughter of a friend of my grandfather. In fact, she said, his father was more than a friend because, as a child, had lived also in my grandparents’ house to study. When she said the name of his father was Matias I told him I remembered have heard my grandfather about it.

She, still smiling, said sure we would be friends and she wanted me to stay with your company in the city, since she did not know almost anything Mutum yet. I said yes, it would be a pleasure and I keep my school stuff in my room, which was at the top of the house, in a second floor we called townhouse.

When I came down for lunch, Martha was already sitting at the table, eating lunch.

After lunch we left so she could buy some things he said he needed.

I took her to the pharmacy, supermarket and a stationery. Her all the way, talked, talked and talked. As I liked to talk. And I looked at everything and everyone. I saw how he looked at the boys, my colleagues then, for sure, I knew I would fill my bag. She seemed like a cheeky boxer. She looked at the guys and looked soon after to me to ask who he was, what he was doing. I was giving you the names or nicknames. At no time she asked me to present it to someone, to my luck, because he was getting bored with his interest in faces.

On the way back, as he delivered some packages for me to carry, I accompanied her to the dark room, which made me sign in to leave packages. There, I said about the room being too dark and she told me she did not care and that even felt good, because it might sleep better. Even more, he told me, liked to sleep naked and not run the risk of someone seeing her naked for some hole out. “You will not look at me, is not it?” He said and was laughing watching me as I felt I was getting red as a ripe tomato.

As I was putting the packages one by one, in bed, she went out without telling me the lamp was on. Soon the room went dark, leaving only a trace of light where the door was, as the hall lamp was also cleared and already was late. We were both in the dark part of the room and she gave a low chuckle wondering if he was seeing. I told him yes, but not the right way. She told me she also saw me just like a ghost, and laughed more. I reached out and touched her shoulder. She held my hand, raised it to his lips and kissed it . He tightened his grip and slid my hand down his face telling me “now goes before anyone gets here. Before releasing my hand put it in her boobs and pressed for me to feel, hard. She came over, gave me a quick kiss on the mouth and I went out and quietly, completely disoriented. And for the first time in love.

The other day Marta began dating the son of the owner of the pharmacy, Juquinha, one of my friends.

Now, the past few years , behold, I meet again with Martha. “This world is really small,” I thought.

How had passed the dinner hours, I went to the kitchen and prepared myself a plate and sat at the table in the dining room where I was alone, eating dinner. A few minutes later she arrived, asked if he could sit there to keep me company. I motioned for her to sit. We talked until I finished dinner. Then we sat in front of the driveway of the house where they were now, as they always did, my grandparents. There were goofing off and watching the movement of coming and going of people in the square yard.

I told him of my trip to Belo Horizonte, my studies, my work and the reason for being there in Mutum the service.

She told me she had graduated in Pedagogy in Caratinga, married a boy there and widowed three years ago. I was living in Aimorés and had no children. In a kind of sad tone he said he could not have children and I was thinking of getting a child to create, to have the presence of someone else as a company at home.

Had gone to Mutum just to talk to a family of Santa Elisa he wanted to leave a daughter, ten, live with her in Aimorés to study.

When I told him I was enjoying having found, he told me that he intended to go to Aimores that day, but when I heard the grandparents I was in Mutum, had decided to sleep there and just travel the next day. Putting his hand on my hand told me softly , “I’ve dreamed so much that our dark room. It will be very tasty sleep there again. “

Later that night, when silence took the house I was stepping light to the door of his room, which was unlocked, opened it without making any noise and went. I was watching a few seconds in the dark until, with my eyes accustomed to the dark saw her lying on the naked couple in bed with hands outstretched to the side of the body, me smiling. Was beautiful.

(To be continued next week)

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