O Que Aconteceu no Porto

A Leonor Azevedo tinha quarenta e dois anos e vivia em Lisboa, mas crescera no Porto. Voltava ao Porto poucas vezes — havia demasiadas memórias ligadas àquela cidade, algumas das quais preferia não revisitar. Mas naquele fim de semana de abril, o seu sobrinho casava no Porto e ela não podia faltar.

Leonor Azevedo was forty-two and lived in Lisbon, but had grown up in Porto. She rarely returned to Porto — there were too many memories tied to that city, some of which she preferred not to revisit. But that April weekend, her nephew was getting married in Porto and she could not miss it.

Ao sair do comboio na Estação de São Bento, Leonor parou no átrio e olhou para os azulejos azuis e brancos que contavam a história de Portugal. Acontecera aqui, pensou ela. Neste mesmo átrio, vinte anos antes, tinha acontecido algo que mudara a sua vida.

Stepping off the train at São Bento Station, Leonor stopped in the hall and looked at the blue and white tiles telling the history of Portugal. It happened here, she thought. In this very hall, twenty years ago, something had happened that had changed her life.