O Dia em Que Esqueci Tudo

O Miguel Fonseca era jornalista no jornal Público há três anos. Era organizado e pontual — ou pelo menos acreditava que era. Naquele sábado de outubro, tinha a entrevista mais importante da sua carreira: ia falar com a Professora Dra. Helena Reis, a cientista portuguesa que tinha acabado de ganhar um prémio europeu de investigação em biotecnologia. O Miguel acordou às sete da manhã, tomou o pequeno-almoço depressa e saiu de casa.

Miguel Fonseca had been a journalist at the newspaper Público for three years. He was organised and punctual — or at least believed he was. On that October Saturday, he had the most important interview of his career: he was going to speak with Professor Dr Helena Reis, the Portuguese scientist who had just won a European research prize in biotechnology. Miguel woke at seven, had breakfast quickly, and left home.

Estava já no autocarro quando se deu conta: tinha esquecido o bloco de notas em cima da mesa da cozinha. Esquecera também o gravador digital que costumava usar nas entrevistas. Ficou imóvel no banco, com o estômago a apertar.

He was already on the bus when he realised: he had forgotten his notepad on the kitchen table. He had also forgotten the digital recorder he usually used for interviews. He sat frozen in his seat, his stomach tightening.