This is my uncle Zeca, my father’s brother. Cats lover, groceries grower, home-made borderline bootleg wine producer and, in essence, a good man. Apparently he could have been a model (looks a bit like Clint Eastwood, doesn’t he?…), as I caught him whilst minding my father’s veggies garden and asked him to pose for this one. He immediately assumed the position and let me take the shot. No moaning, no whining like most “prima donas” – a natural and a true professional.
The day of my father and uncle’s brother-in-law (my uncle Joaquim), funeral was a rainy one – to say the least. Actually, it was as if someone was pouring an ocean over Lisbon. I arrived quite late as most tunnels in the city had flooded due to poor water drain. Uncle Joaquim had been buried in a far hedge of the cemetery and family was then walking back to the entrance under pitiless rain. The first one I saw was uncle Zeca. He was soaking wet and mumbled to himself: “God knew Joaquim liked a few drinks… He’s honouring that with this much rain!…”.
Family members kept walking back and my father arrived ten minutes apart from his brother. Naturally soaked and frustrated, I heard him saying to himself: “Joaquim was quite a wine expert… For sure God’s signalling that!… “
God knew. They knew.