The threshold
Oct 21, 2019
4 minutes
ILLUSTRATION NICOLENE LOUW
There’s a sense of calm excitement on the banks of the Tejo River. The Tejo originates in Spain, 3 000 km away, and flows into the Atlantic Ocean here in Lisbon, Portugal. We’re hiding from the summer heat (and the tourists) in a café down a shaded side street. You can smell the sea. In the distance, a cruise ship sounds its horn before it carries its cargo of mostly pensioners further south, to the warmer waters of the Canary Islands and Madeira.
“Good vintage,” I compliment the beer in my hand before Tom and I clink our glasses.
“Why Portugal?” Tom asks. He’s
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