I did a very, V E R Y, touristy thing.
Something I am quite sure Fernando Pessoa would not approve of.
I posed for a photo with his statue outside his regular coffee shop in Chiado called, A Brasileira. We arrived early to take these photos and beat the crowds. Success! I had fun imagining I was actually chatting to him. But why?
Pessoa always felt like a distant relative growing up. His name would be mentioned at dinner table conversations, his books or poems kept popping up and his photo was in my uncle's study wall. Actually it was a darkroom montage version featuring my uncle sitting next to him on steps (the days before photoshop), so naturally he really felt like a cousin.
But it was only when I was in varsity and read The book of disquiet that I became attached. And then I discovered that he did all schooling in Durban!
Like him, it felt like my brain thinks in English, but my heart feels in Portuguese. And like him, after spending so much of my life developing my mind in SA, now it's my heart's turn in Lisbon.