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Living In A Dictatorship
What was it like to live in Portugal during the dictatorship? Was it that bad?
When the revolution of April 25, 1974, happened, I was still a kid and didn’t live in Portugal.
Therefore, I don’t know about something I have not experienced. But some things stuck in my memory. Whenever I came on holiday to Portugal, I observed, with the curiosity inherent in any child, certain very strange things, which were difficult for me to understand.
My maternal grandfather had a bicycle, do you remember those from the Yé-Yé brand?
It was just like this one, the same colour and everything.
What confused me was why I couldn’t ride it, and my grandfather, from time to time, would let me take a ride, but very carefully. “If the police show up, leave the bike and run away.” Well… it was mandatory to have a licence and the bicycle also had to have a licence plate. I didn’t have a licence. But the bike was in order.

