A ESCOLA DO BOI

Maria Ang�lica Monnerat Alves

Um grupo de amigas, professorandas, percorria o sub�rbio, na Kombi do santo pai de uma delas, Regina. O objetivo era escolher o local em que ir�amos trabalhar pela primeira vez. Da� a emo��o da "viagem"...

Ao entrar na Escola Alfredo Gomes, na rua Tenente Palestrina, em Cordovil, senti, instintivamente, que era ali o meu lugar.

Antigo curral, conhecida pela comunidade como ESCOLA DO BOI, constru��o espartana: em U, com um modesto p�tio na frente. Nas laterais, as salas de aula e, no final, cozinha, refeit�rio, quarto da servente e banheiros.

Naquele dia, lembro-me perfeitamente, o tempo estava chuvoso, mas um sol fraco conseguia se infiltrar por entre as nuvens. E estava fresco, e havia um cheiro de grama molhada, e de flores, em profus�o! Estes odores e a excita��o do momento, me fizeram ref�m ...

E l� fiquei por quatro anos, maravilhosos!

E l� tive o prazer de conhecer pessoas realmente incr�veis. S� a servente, D. Rosalina, daria uma cr�nica, sempre com seu fiel cachorro, enxotando as crian�as que pulavam o muro para comer amoras. E a Idair, cozinheira de m�o cheia, que fazia o risoto mais gostoso do mundo? E as colegas? E os alunos?

O fato de morar no Flamengo e ter que estar antes das sete da manh� em Cordovil n�o representava nenhum problema: vibr�vamos com a profiss�o! Cheg�vamos ainda escuro na Pra�a Quinze, quase deserta, e nada nunca nos aconteceu!

Como o Rio era seguro! Nosso pagamento era feito em esp�cie, por um carro-pagador que corria as escolas! Fic�vamos esperando por ele e, depois, sa�amos para pegar dois �nibus at� chegar em casa! E nunca houve um assalto sequer!

Bons tempos aqueles da Escola do Boi...

(para Regina Maria de Sousa Pereira)


By Bruno Monnerat Alves



The Ox School

A group of friends, student teachers, was going round the suburbs, in the �Kombi� of the blessed father of one of them, Regina. The goal was to choose the place we were going to work for the first time. From that came the thrill of the �trip�...

As I entered the Alfredo Gomes School, on the Tenente Palestrina Street, in Cordovil, I felt, instinctively, that it was where I belonged.

Former corral, known by the neighborhood as the Ox school, spartan building: �U� shaped, with a modest front yard. On the sides, classrooms, kitchen, cafeteria, servant�s room and bathrooms.

On that day, I remember perfectly, it was a rainy, but a weak sunshine could go trough the clouds. It was fresh and there was a smell of wet grass and of flowers in profusion! These scents and the joy of the moment made me hostage�

There I stayed for four wonderful years!

There I had the pleasure to know really amazing people. Just the servant, Miss Rosalina, would be enough for an essay, always with her faithful dog, frightening away the kids that jumped the school walls to eat mulberries. And what about Idair, the wonderful cook, which made the best risotto in the world? And what about the colleagues and the students?

The fact of living in Flamengo and having to be before seven o�clock in Cordovil wasn�t a problem for us: we were cheerfull about our profession! We arrived in the dawn at Pra�a Quinze, almost deserted and nothing ever happened to us!

Rio used to be so safe! Our payment was in cash, a car would go from school to school making the payments! We would wait for him and then we went to get the two buses to get home! And there was never a single robbery!

Good times, those of the Ox School�

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06-jun-2008