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Journey on the 116

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After an endless search initiated by a Spaniard and a Portuguese, magically appear the number 116 from the Santa Maria street in Funchal. It’s the foster home of two unusual groups, the "bolo do caco" and "mad space invaders". Come and follow me through the raise of a building full of stories to tell.

Hidden among white umbrellas we reach an entrance, two facets of the human being, night and day, the spirit and the flesh, that will invite you with a Mona Lisa smile to open and the door to a staircase that leads to an area fractured by time, by the vicissitudes of its own existence, covered with waste from other experiences that cover its uterus. They are tons of cardboard, lost objects, sand, and stumps of wood that fills the 13 meters by 60 meters square, which must cease to exist in number 116. Xavier throws the challenge enthusiastically, a week at the most to carry out a general cleaning. Impossible! Think the three "Fatima" on call. There is much to do and they do not even know very well where to start. The young dreamer insists, it is possible, we can. All unbelievers look at what appears to be a daunting task worthy of a Hercules, a mountain of debris that reaches almost to the ceiling, but if they had doubts those were left at the door and the work begins. The mostly female elements of the two groups armed with an infectious enthusiasm work with the precious help of the team cleaning team of the town hall of Funchal. In the ranks of these men there is a titan of almost two meters in height and considerable weight, little given to conversation, affectionately nicknamed Obelix, who simply raises the rafters with more than 5 meters long left to oblivion, as if they were feathers. His colleagues accustomed to his almost supernatural strength, laughed, praising the qualities of the man and still encouraging him to take on more weight. The colossus doesn’t hesitates, grunts something between his teeth and went for a play even heavier for enjoyment of his peer and general astonishment of the volunteers. His only magic potion was ... water! Were you waiting for something else? Yes I now. I'm sorry. I bet you were not expecting this huh?

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The girls encouraged by this parade of herculean strength also parade their abilities, and they too carried away huge bags of sand, stones, plastic and cardboard for the respective eco bins before the mocking eyes of the locals. Traders, hairdressers, prostitutes and drunkards in the area stopped, while skeptics and fun, commented audibly this parade of beautiful slender figures very secures of themselves covered with dust, with their fine muscles, almost flawless manicures and hair well treated, but disheveled.

Oh, gorgeous, don’t you want to bring this piece of wood to my house? It comes in handy. Asked jokingly. After all, these artists also know how to work! Praised, but quietly.

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Our amazons kindly declined the flirting, smile and continued their labors as a veritable army of ants who works tirelessly. Well, sometimes also stopped to drink a passion fruit drink and a sandwich of swordfish with onions in Caracas, the tavern in the almost opposite side of the house and, behold, an unusual idea arises between conversations and cigarettes, an erotic calendar in which involves the young workers / models in order to raise funds and change minds. And the unexpected happens…

Three nights and four days dissipated at the sea and what it seemed unreachable, it occurs. The space was devoid of garbage. Only the walls were marked by the past. Bathed by the daylight coming through the windows we could finally see the yellow and green skins expose by the time that left uncover the gray stone and cement that held the skeleton of the building. Silence ruled the moment. All look at each other now and then a murmur raise in unison, laugh laughter. They scream and jump of joy and happiness. Xavier was right, or rather not. It happened. The 116 is back to action. After sweeping up and washed again and again the floor the official visit of the current owner takes place. Given the small miracle that happened, the owner delighted with this great collective effort, with the ability and courage of the group has agreed on a written contract until the end of the year, which hands over to "bolo do caco" and "mad space invaders" this house on the streets of Santa Maria in Funchal, for culture to flourish. So do not forget, they are waiting for you on the 116. Welcome.

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