"Without thinking too loud "

I woke up too early for my brain to activate . I got the boat to Lisbon . So many people trying to get to one little place, they seem like a bunch of sheep . After getting three different busses, me and my grandma finally managed to get to an Old People's Home, where my great-aunt has been living for the past seven years . It's run by nuns . A holy place . When we got there, I sat down on one off the many little stools while my grandma went to pay the rent and the medical bills . I started to look around me and actually started feeling sickened by all the holy statues . The bible says not to bow down to these pieces of Art, yet they're everywhere and people cry for them . I suddenly noticed a little red round figure down the end of the room accompanied by another lady . The little red round figure was a lady I always see when I go there . She has Alzeimer's, and is probably the happiest person I know . That makes me happy . As my grandma started walking towards me, I started to walk towards the little dark hallway that leads to the downstairs rooms . We went in my great-aunts' room, where the stench of old people nearly intoxicated me . She was nowhere to be found, so we followed into the lounge where all the old ladies sit all day . On the way there we found a cute old lady that we always talk to, and gave her a packet of cookies and some cakes for her and her roommate . Right before the lounge is a bathroom, for emergencies only . I believe somebody had an accident there, the floor had recently been mopped and the smell was unbearable . In the lounge, we finally found out that my aunty was having a bath, so we went back to the beginning of the hallway . Waiting for what seemed too long, my grandma sent me back into the lounge to check if they had put her there . It would've taken me around 30 seconds to get there, but there was some traffic called 'Old Lady' and I was stuck behind her . She had a walking stick and I could see she was clearly struggling from the way her back bent and her knees wobbled . As we walked at one mile per hour, my brain felt like it was going to explode with the smell coming from the emergency bathroom, when all of a sudden when I looked down at the struggling woman, she farted a really loud, long and intense fart . In most cases, I would've fallen to the ground from laughing too much, but I composed myself and didn't even smirk . Eventually, I got into the lounge, and to my suprise, she wasn't there . Fuck . What a waste of time and oxygen . I went back to the hallway to accompany my grandma when the nun brought my aunty out and took her to the lounge . Walking, again, towards the lounge, past the emergency bathroom . As I walk in, I noticed many depressed expressions, which I had not earlier noticed . The nun 'parked' my great-aunt in her wheelchair and left us . We spoke to her as if she was a five-year-old child and I never felt so observed in my life . The cute old lady's roommate came in and started talking with us . She was telling us how one of the old ladies wouldn't shut up the whole night . She was put in there nearly twenty years ago, I don't think she's right in the brain . But she's cute . There was another lady there that couldn't stay sitting down for more than five minutes, she would try to get up which would take her a considerable amount of time, and wobble around as if she was jelly . Everyone would shout at her and call her crazy . I thought she was brave and independent . But that's my opinion .
After we left the Old People's home, we got another two busses towards the graveyard where my great-grandmother's buried . If she was alive now, she would be 94 next saturday . She died in 2003 . We arrived at the graveyard where there was a lot of shade for us to walk in . As we approached the entrance I noticed the old lady that always asks for money, and inside I noticed a big van with the back doors open, and a coffin inside surrounded by flowers . Just what I fucking needed, pretending to be nice . We passed by, and I took off my sunglasses as a sign of respect . I hate funerals . Everyone pretends that they loved that person and that they will really miss them . As if . We continued walking, now in the sun, towards my grandma's mother's grave . When we got there, I sat down in the first spot of shade I saw as my grandmother arranged all the flowers on her mother's grave . She's dead . Please, commemorate her life and don't pity her death . It was her time to go, everyone dies . My grandmother didn't like this statement . Oh well .
As we were leaving the graveyard, the family members of the person in the coffin we saw at the entrance, were also leaving . ONE person was crying . Only the Lord knows if they were real tears or not . Nobody else seemed to give a shit, I even heard four of them talking about football, how depressing .
We left and walked a bit, until we found our 'usual' restaurant . We ate, a lot, paid, and left . We got a bus down to the centre, and got some fabrics . My grandma makes and fixes clothes . It's quite handy . After that, I dragged her to one of my favourite shops, a Tattoo shop, which she absolutely hates . She informed me straight away that she had no money (just so that I wouldn't buy anything in that shop) . About two minutes after leaving that shop, she did the lottery (for the 4th time today), and asked me if I wanted some Ice-Cream . WHAT HAPPENED TO: 'I HAVE NO MONEY' ?! God, she's adorable . Eventually, we got the boat back home and I started talking with my friend Kiko, which as always, never fails to entertain me .
I had to change out of my grey t-shirt, it's getting too hot and it's already 7Pm .





(July/August 09-Lisbon)