3 - The restart, along with the Century XXI
(English version at the botton of this page)
O transcurso do século não acontecera da forma romântica como Don Licas havia pensado.
Em sua comemoração passara de muletas e como um pássaro de asas quebradas sentia-se frágil e incapacitado. Nas visitas ao hospital, via que outros acidentados estavam em tratamento por longos meses e alguns, por anos. Estava abatido e achava que seu futuro estava comprometido...
Sua recuperação física foi longa e martiriosa. Por várias semanas Don Licas ficou recolhido numa cama com muitas dores e impossibilitado de se movimentar.
Tivera que fechar imediatamente uma pequena cantina que junto com Sissi haviam recém aberto dentro de seu sítio que muito sucesso já fazia entre os conhecidos e vizinhos que ali vinham provar massas e molhos italianos feitas por Sissi com os ingredientes naturais que colhiam ali mesmo.
Seus amigos e colegas vinham visita-lo para contar as novidades e falar sobre os trabalhos no estúdio. Sissi, seu anjo da guarda incansável era fundamental para sua sobrevivência, trazendo-lhe a comida em seu leito e fazendo de tudo para diminuir seu sofrimento. Não fosse Sissi, Don Licas teria que ficar todo este tempo no hospital pois viviam afastado da cidade, isolados de vizinhos ou de parentes. Uma gratidão que Don Licas teria eternamente por Sissi.
Sua vida agitada e cheia de compromissos via pela primeira vez uma mudança obrigatória de ritmo e em seu repouso forçado teve muito tempo para refletir sobre sua vida até então. Resolveu deixar definitivamente a cidade grande para viver permanentemente no sossego do campo, abandonando de uma vêz por todas sua boa situação profissional em São Paulo para instalar-se junto à natureza, longe da competição insana dos grandes negócios e fazer jus aos princípios mais importantes de sua vida.
Mesmo sendo dinâmico e bem sucedido, Don Licas era na verdade um contestador rebelde do modo como o mundo estava se desenvolvendo, com as guerras, as disputas, o consumo desenfreado, as aglomerações urbanas, a poluição do planeta, a falsidade e a ganância das pessoas e o que mais queria era largar tudo e viver seu sonho de ter uma vida calma e pacífica, com uma família grande e alegre, curtindo aquilo que muito cedo havia conseguido realizar.
Sempre havia protelado esta mudança pois via-se sempre envolvido em novos projetos e negócios interessantes que o impeliam a aproveitar as boas oportunidades que apareciam.
Paradoxalmente, o que mais o prendia à sua vida profissional agitada e bem sucedida não era o bom dinheiro que recebia, para ele mera conseqüência, mas sim o prazer de criar coisas novas, admiráveis e revolucionárias que saciassem sua vontade por novas descobertas, novas aventuras, novas viagens. Balanceava tudo isto com sua eterna paixão pela mãe natureza, sua fonte maior de inspiração e sabedoria para guia-lo em seus desafios e decisões.
Este sim era o verdadeiro prazer de Don Licas.
Desta vêz, havia decidido que chegara a hora de pendurar suas chuteiras e ficar definitivamente cuidando de seus peixes, seus gansos e seus cachorros em seu sítio e passar o máximo de tempo que pudesse na casa da praia, velejando nas belas praias de Ybatiba. Afinal, havia se tornado um cinquentenário, já tinha o suficiente para uma vida confortável e já era hora de fazer o que mais queria...
Apesar de suas experiências de fins de semana nos anos anteriores, o novo começo vida no campo não foi nada fácil. A penúria causada pelo acidente e pelo fim de suas atividades na Capital exigiam o máximo de sua criatividade e flexibilidade e a inesperada perna quebrada somava-se aos obstáculos.
(English version at the botton of this page)
O transcurso do século não acontecera da forma romântica como Don Licas havia pensado.
Em sua comemoração passara de muletas e como um pássaro de asas quebradas sentia-se frágil e incapacitado. Nas visitas ao hospital, via que outros acidentados estavam em tratamento por longos meses e alguns, por anos. Estava abatido e achava que seu futuro estava comprometido...
Sua recuperação física foi longa e martiriosa. Por várias semanas Don Licas ficou recolhido numa cama com muitas dores e impossibilitado de se movimentar.
Tivera que fechar imediatamente uma pequena cantina que junto com Sissi haviam recém aberto dentro de seu sítio que muito sucesso já fazia entre os conhecidos e vizinhos que ali vinham provar massas e molhos italianos feitas por Sissi com os ingredientes naturais que colhiam ali mesmo.
Seus amigos e colegas vinham visita-lo para contar as novidades e falar sobre os trabalhos no estúdio. Sissi, seu anjo da guarda incansável era fundamental para sua sobrevivência, trazendo-lhe a comida em seu leito e fazendo de tudo para diminuir seu sofrimento. Não fosse Sissi, Don Licas teria que ficar todo este tempo no hospital pois viviam afastado da cidade, isolados de vizinhos ou de parentes. Uma gratidão que Don Licas teria eternamente por Sissi.
Sua vida agitada e cheia de compromissos via pela primeira vez uma mudança obrigatória de ritmo e em seu repouso forçado teve muito tempo para refletir sobre sua vida até então. Resolveu deixar definitivamente a cidade grande para viver permanentemente no sossego do campo, abandonando de uma vêz por todas sua boa situação profissional em São Paulo para instalar-se junto à natureza, longe da competição insana dos grandes negócios e fazer jus aos princípios mais importantes de sua vida.
Mesmo sendo dinâmico e bem sucedido, Don Licas era na verdade um contestador rebelde do modo como o mundo estava se desenvolvendo, com as guerras, as disputas, o consumo desenfreado, as aglomerações urbanas, a poluição do planeta, a falsidade e a ganância das pessoas e o que mais queria era largar tudo e viver seu sonho de ter uma vida calma e pacífica, com uma família grande e alegre, curtindo aquilo que muito cedo havia conseguido realizar.
Sempre havia protelado esta mudança pois via-se sempre envolvido em novos projetos e negócios interessantes que o impeliam a aproveitar as boas oportunidades que apareciam.
Paradoxalmente, o que mais o prendia à sua vida profissional agitada e bem sucedida não era o bom dinheiro que recebia, para ele mera conseqüência, mas sim o prazer de criar coisas novas, admiráveis e revolucionárias que saciassem sua vontade por novas descobertas, novas aventuras, novas viagens. Balanceava tudo isto com sua eterna paixão pela mãe natureza, sua fonte maior de inspiração e sabedoria para guia-lo em seus desafios e decisões.
Este sim era o verdadeiro prazer de Don Licas.
Desta vêz, havia decidido que chegara a hora de pendurar suas chuteiras e ficar definitivamente cuidando de seus peixes, seus gansos e seus cachorros em seu sítio e passar o máximo de tempo que pudesse na casa da praia, velejando nas belas praias de Ybatiba. Afinal, havia se tornado um cinquentenário, já tinha o suficiente para uma vida confortável e já era hora de fazer o que mais queria...
Apesar de suas experiências de fins de semana nos anos anteriores, o novo começo vida no campo não foi nada fácil. A penúria causada pelo acidente e pelo fim de suas atividades na Capital exigiam o máximo de sua criatividade e flexibilidade e a inesperada perna quebrada somava-se aos obstáculos.
Acostumado desde pequeno a buscar saídas e alternativas para sua própria sobrevivência, Don Licas foi buscar dentro de sí as forças que precisava para enfrentar as novas adversidades. Confiava como ninguém em si próprio pois era filho de pai e mãe lutadores e de ambos adquiriu a fibra que agora precisava.
Seu pai, Chico Bráu, havia migrado da pobre região Nordeste do Brasil para o Sul do país em busca de melhores alternativas de vida e, contava ele, dormia ao relento nos primeiros dias da nova vida em São Paulo. Fora um grande vencedor e muito honesto. Don Licas sempre recordava as histórias que ele lhe contava, especialmente de sua luta política junto ao Partido Comunista e de seus ideais libertários naquela época de pós II Guerra, em plena ditadura do Estado Novo. Sua mãe, Yolina, filha de imigrantes italianos de fins de século XIX, muito beata e lutadora, trabalhou muito para proporcionar uma vida digna para seus quatro filhos. Ambos tinham muita fibra.
Afora isto, Don Licas fora escoteiro em sua infância e desde então havia desenvolvido habilidades incomuns para sua idade. Aprendera a ler e falar inglês sozinho e muito cedo já trabalhava como aprendiz de cartógrafo. Aos 17 anos projetava casas e edifícios e fazia ilustrações de automóveis esportivos, ganhando um bom dinheiro com isto. Seu sonho naquela época era um dia ir para a Europa e trabalhar na escuderia Ferrari de Formula 1, mesmo que fosse para trocar pneus dos carros de corrida. Era um devorador de livros e revistas e perseverante, defendia seus ideais, com a própria vida se necessário...
Mas agora, preso às suas muletas, lutava muito para recomeçar sua vida... Não demorou muito para que Don Licas, aos solavancos, já andasse bastante e ocupasse seu tempo com coisas que gostava muito, como sua horta, seus animais, sua pequena oficina... Estava decidido a curtir a nova fase de sua vida da melhor forma que podia...
Estava contente ali, longe do burburinho da cidade grande, e se esforçava para não cometer mais nenhum erro que mudasse a trajetória de sua nova vida. Tinha longas conversas com Sissi, John, Alevino e Mim, algumas vezes por várias horas seguidas junto à lareira da sala. Discorria sobre suas experiências tentando transmitir certas noções muito peculiares de sua própria vida para que, principalmente os adolescentes entendessem porque estavam vivendo ali naquele lugar, longe de tudo, sem vizinhos nem shopping centers por perto.
Mas, suas palavras não foram suficientes para aqueles adolescentes cheios de vontade dos agitos próprios de suas idades. Don Licas não os convencera a viverem ali, participando da vida pura e laboriosa do campo. Em sua tenra idade, estavam infelizes e não admitiam terem que dividir as obrigações do sítio com Don Licas que estava temporariamente incapacitado.
Os três eram frutos de casamentos anteriores tanto de Don Licas como de Sissi e portanto tinham outras pessoas a darem-lhes conselho e oferecerem-lhes abrigo e outras alternativas de vida. Era sob todos os aspectos uma situação difícil para se admnistrar pois envolvia sentimentos, direitos, questões familiares e muita interferência de pessoas alheias ao núcleo familiar alternativo que Don Licas, Sissi e os tres adolescentes tentavam implantar ali no meio do mato...
Após muita pressão de todas as partes, os três decidiram-se por irem embora, mas John, causando muita surpresa não deixou de explicar suas razões ao partir:
-- Você tem tanta experiência em sua vida, tão capaz em sua profissão, e porque você vai desistir de seus negócios bem agora ?, num misto de insatisfação e repúdio à decisão de Don Licas.
-- Você está acabado, disse John em alto e bom tom, numa contundente crítica.
Isto fora um balde de água gelada nos sonhos e planos de Don Licas. Seu modelo de vida ideal não estava funcionando, primeiro com o acidente e logo em seguida com os filhos se debandando. Não bastasse isto, já houvera no passado duas outras tentativas falhas de fazer a mesma coisa. Algo não funcionava direito e isto o incomodava pois fora grande seu esforço para realizar seus sonhos e ideais na paz da natureza, usufruindo do conforto para o qual tanto trabalhara.
Sissi no entanto, fiel ao projeto que ajudara a traçar ali ficou, para junto com Don Licas viverem a vida no campo que desde cedo ambos tanto desejaram.
Nesta química interessante, ao verem-se ali sozinhos e criticados pelos familiares e pelos próprios filhos pelo modo "estravagante" como viviam, surgiu a idéia de mais uma vez ousarem em seus projetos e, num misto de empreendedorismo e vontade de demonstrar que ainda não estavam acabados como dissera John, decidiram-se por revolucionar a cultura da cidade onde viviam instalando um novo negócio, bastante contemporâneo, com um provedor de acesso à Internet via ondas de rádio , um verdadeiro luxo para a época, além de um jornal semanal impresso e uma agência publicitária. Um estrondoso sucesso, chegando em pouco tempo a centenas de usuários, anunciantes e clientes...
E lá vai Don Licas, agora acompanhado de Sissi, para uma nova e excitante fase de suas vidas...
(English version here)
The passing of the century did not happen as the romantic way Don Licas had thought.
In his celebration on the turn of the century on crutches he felt like a bird with broken wings, fragile and incapacitated. On visits to the hospital, he noticed other injured who were receiving treatment for many months and some for years. He was down and thought his future was compromised ...
His physical recovery was long and martyrious. For several weeks Don Licas was laying on a bed in pains and unable to move.
He had to immediately close a small bistro he had recently opened with Sissi in their ranch that was already very successful and well known among the neighbors and friends who came there to prove Italian pastas and sauces made by Sissi with natural ingredients that they harvested right there.
Her friends and colleagues came to visit him to tell the news and talk about the work in the studio. Sissi, her tireless guardian angel was essential for his survival, bringing him food at his bed and doing everything to lessen his suffering. There wasn't Sissi, Don Licas would have to stay in hospital all that time, because they lived away from the city, isolated from neighbors or relatives. Don Licas would forever carry a gratitute by Sissi for that.
His busy life, full of commitments, for the first time saw a mandatory change of pace and during his forced rest he had much time to reflect on his life so far. He decides definitely to leave the big city to live permanently in the quiet of the countryside, abandoning once and for all his good work situation in São Paulo to establish themselves in nature, away from the insane competition of big business and do justice to the most important principles of his life.
Even though dynamic and successful, Don Licas was actually a maverick rebel on how the world was developing, with the wars, disputes, rampant consumption, crowded urban centers, pollution of the planet, mendacity and greed of people and what he wanted most was to drop everything and live his dream of having a calm and peaceful life, with a big and happy family, enjoying what he had very early managed to accomplish in his life.
He had always declined for that change because he always saw himself involved in new projects and interesting business that urged him to seize the good opportunities that arose.
Paradoxically, what most held him to his hectic and successful professional life was not the good money he made, for him merely a consequence, but the joy of creating something new, admirable and revolutionary that fed his desire of new discoveries, new adventures , new trips. He balanced all this with his eternal love for mother nature, his main source of inspiration and wisdom to guide him trough his challenges and decisions.
This indeed was the real pleasure of Don Licas.
At this time, he decided it was time to hang up his boots and definitely taking care of his fishes, his geese and his dogs at the ranch and spend as much time as he could at the beach house, sailing on the beautiful beaches of Ybatiba. After all, he had reached his fifties, had enough for a comfortable life and it was time to do what he most wanted to do...
Despite his previous experience on weekends in previous years, the begin of his new country life was not easy. The shortage caused by the accident and the end of his activities in the capital demanded the most of his creativity and flexibility, and the unexpected broken leg increased the obstacles.
Accustomed since his childhood to seek outlets and alternatives for his own survival, Don Licas fetched inside himself the forces needed to face the new hardships. As no one else, he trusted very much in himself because he was the son of both fighters father and mother from whom he acquired the fiber that he now needed.
His father, Chico Bráu, had migrated from the poor northeastern Brazil to the south of the country in search of better life alternatives, and told him, he slept outdoors in the early days of new life in Sao Paulo. Out a winner and very honest. Don Licas always remembered the stories he told him, especially his political struggle with the Communist Party and its libertarian ideals at the time of post World War II, during the dictatorship of the Estado Novo. His mother, Yolina, daughter of Italian immigrants in late nineteenth century, very blessed and fighter, worked hard to provide a decent life for her four children. Both had lots of fiber.
Beyond this, Don Licas was a boyscout in its childhood and since then he had developed unusual skills for his age. He learned alone to read and speak English and very early he had started working as an apprentice cartographer. At 17 he projected houses and buildings and made ilustration of sports cars, making good money with this. His dream then was to one day go to Europe and work in the Scuderia Ferrari F1 Team, even if only to change tires of race cars. He was a devourer of books and magazines and persevering, he would defend his ideals with his life if necessary ...
But now, even strapped to his crutches, he fought hard to restart his life and it does not take long for Don Licas, jolting, to walk around enough to occupy his time with things that he really liked as his garden, his animals, his small workshop ... He was determined to enjoy the next phase of his life as best as he could ...
He was happy there, away from the bustle of big city, and struggled not to commit any more errors that could change again the trajectory of his new life. He used to have long conversations with Sissi, John, Alevino and Mim, sometimes for several hours by the fireplace in the living room. Discoursing about his own experiences he tried to convey some very peculiar notions of his life so that, especially the teenagers could understand why they were living there at that remote place, away from everything, no neighbors or shopping malls close by.
But his words were not enough for those teens full of will of the bustle of their ages. Don Licas was not able to persuad them to stay there, participating in the pure and labourious life at the country side. In their teen ages they were unhappy and did not admit to share the duties of the country ranch with Don Licas who was temporarily incapacitated.
The three were the fruits of previous marriages of both Don Licas as Sissi and so had other relatives to give them advice and offer them shelter and other life alternatives. It was by all accounts a difficult situation to be dosed because it involved feelings, rights, family issues and too much interference from people outside the alternative family nucleus Don Licas, Sissi and three teenagers tried to deploy there in the woods ...
After much pressure from all sides, the three have decided to go home, but John, causing much surprise explained his reasons to leave:
- You have so much experience in your life, and so capable in your profession, then why do you go out of business right now? In a mixture of disgust and dissatisfaction to the Don Licas decision.
- You're finished, said John in a loud and scathing tone criticism.
This was like a bucket of ice water on Don Lica's dreams and plans. His ideal life model was not functioning well, firstly with the accident and then with the children disavowing. If this hadn't been enough, in his past there had been two other failed attempts to do the same thing. Something was not working right and that bothered him out because great has been his efforts to make his dreams and ideals to come true in the peace of nature, enjoying the comfort for which he worked for.
Sissi however, faithful to the project she had helped to draw, stays there along with Don Licas to live the life on the country side they both since very early desired.
In this interesting chemistry, watching themselves there alone and criticized by relatives and by their own children for the so "extravagant" life they lived, arouse the idea of once more daring in their projects, and in a mix of entrepreneurship and willingness to demonstrate that they were not yet finished as John said, they decided to revolutionize the culture of the city where they lived installing there a new business, very contemporary with a wireless Internet access provider, a real luxury for the time, plus a weekly printed newspaper and an advertising agency. A resounding success, reaching soon to hundreds of users, advertisers and customers ...
And there goes Don Licas, now accompanied by Sissi, to a new and exciting phase of their lives ...
Estava contente ali, longe do burburinho da cidade grande, e se esforçava para não cometer mais nenhum erro que mudasse a trajetória de sua nova vida. Tinha longas conversas com Sissi, John, Alevino e Mim, algumas vezes por várias horas seguidas junto à lareira da sala. Discorria sobre suas experiências tentando transmitir certas noções muito peculiares de sua própria vida para que, principalmente os adolescentes entendessem porque estavam vivendo ali naquele lugar, longe de tudo, sem vizinhos nem shopping centers por perto.
Mas, suas palavras não foram suficientes para aqueles adolescentes cheios de vontade dos agitos próprios de suas idades. Don Licas não os convencera a viverem ali, participando da vida pura e laboriosa do campo. Em sua tenra idade, estavam infelizes e não admitiam terem que dividir as obrigações do sítio com Don Licas que estava temporariamente incapacitado.
Os três eram frutos de casamentos anteriores tanto de Don Licas como de Sissi e portanto tinham outras pessoas a darem-lhes conselho e oferecerem-lhes abrigo e outras alternativas de vida. Era sob todos os aspectos uma situação difícil para se admnistrar pois envolvia sentimentos, direitos, questões familiares e muita interferência de pessoas alheias ao núcleo familiar alternativo que Don Licas, Sissi e os tres adolescentes tentavam implantar ali no meio do mato...
Após muita pressão de todas as partes, os três decidiram-se por irem embora, mas John, causando muita surpresa não deixou de explicar suas razões ao partir:
-- Você tem tanta experiência em sua vida, tão capaz em sua profissão, e porque você vai desistir de seus negócios bem agora ?, num misto de insatisfação e repúdio à decisão de Don Licas.
-- Você está acabado, disse John em alto e bom tom, numa contundente crítica.
Isto fora um balde de água gelada nos sonhos e planos de Don Licas. Seu modelo de vida ideal não estava funcionando, primeiro com o acidente e logo em seguida com os filhos se debandando. Não bastasse isto, já houvera no passado duas outras tentativas falhas de fazer a mesma coisa. Algo não funcionava direito e isto o incomodava pois fora grande seu esforço para realizar seus sonhos e ideais na paz da natureza, usufruindo do conforto para o qual tanto trabalhara.
Sissi no entanto, fiel ao projeto que ajudara a traçar ali ficou, para junto com Don Licas viverem a vida no campo que desde cedo ambos tanto desejaram.
Nesta química interessante, ao verem-se ali sozinhos e criticados pelos familiares e pelos próprios filhos pelo modo "estravagante" como viviam, surgiu a idéia de mais uma vez ousarem em seus projetos e, num misto de empreendedorismo e vontade de demonstrar que ainda não estavam acabados como dissera John, decidiram-se por revolucionar a cultura da cidade onde viviam instalando um novo negócio, bastante contemporâneo, com um provedor de acesso à Internet via ondas de rádio , um verdadeiro luxo para a época, além de um jornal semanal impresso e uma agência publicitária. Um estrondoso sucesso, chegando em pouco tempo a centenas de usuários, anunciantes e clientes...
E lá vai Don Licas, agora acompanhado de Sissi, para uma nova e excitante fase de suas vidas...
(English version here)
The passing of the century did not happen as the romantic way Don Licas had thought.
In his celebration on the turn of the century on crutches he felt like a bird with broken wings, fragile and incapacitated. On visits to the hospital, he noticed other injured who were receiving treatment for many months and some for years. He was down and thought his future was compromised ...
His physical recovery was long and martyrious. For several weeks Don Licas was laying on a bed in pains and unable to move.
He had to immediately close a small bistro he had recently opened with Sissi in their ranch that was already very successful and well known among the neighbors and friends who came there to prove Italian pastas and sauces made by Sissi with natural ingredients that they harvested right there.
Her friends and colleagues came to visit him to tell the news and talk about the work in the studio. Sissi, her tireless guardian angel was essential for his survival, bringing him food at his bed and doing everything to lessen his suffering. There wasn't Sissi, Don Licas would have to stay in hospital all that time, because they lived away from the city, isolated from neighbors or relatives. Don Licas would forever carry a gratitute by Sissi for that.
His busy life, full of commitments, for the first time saw a mandatory change of pace and during his forced rest he had much time to reflect on his life so far. He decides definitely to leave the big city to live permanently in the quiet of the countryside, abandoning once and for all his good work situation in São Paulo to establish themselves in nature, away from the insane competition of big business and do justice to the most important principles of his life.
Even though dynamic and successful, Don Licas was actually a maverick rebel on how the world was developing, with the wars, disputes, rampant consumption, crowded urban centers, pollution of the planet, mendacity and greed of people and what he wanted most was to drop everything and live his dream of having a calm and peaceful life, with a big and happy family, enjoying what he had very early managed to accomplish in his life.
He had always declined for that change because he always saw himself involved in new projects and interesting business that urged him to seize the good opportunities that arose.
Paradoxically, what most held him to his hectic and successful professional life was not the good money he made, for him merely a consequence, but the joy of creating something new, admirable and revolutionary that fed his desire of new discoveries, new adventures , new trips. He balanced all this with his eternal love for mother nature, his main source of inspiration and wisdom to guide him trough his challenges and decisions.
This indeed was the real pleasure of Don Licas.
At this time, he decided it was time to hang up his boots and definitely taking care of his fishes, his geese and his dogs at the ranch and spend as much time as he could at the beach house, sailing on the beautiful beaches of Ybatiba. After all, he had reached his fifties, had enough for a comfortable life and it was time to do what he most wanted to do...
Despite his previous experience on weekends in previous years, the begin of his new country life was not easy. The shortage caused by the accident and the end of his activities in the capital demanded the most of his creativity and flexibility, and the unexpected broken leg increased the obstacles.
Accustomed since his childhood to seek outlets and alternatives for his own survival, Don Licas fetched inside himself the forces needed to face the new hardships. As no one else, he trusted very much in himself because he was the son of both fighters father and mother from whom he acquired the fiber that he now needed.
His father, Chico Bráu, had migrated from the poor northeastern Brazil to the south of the country in search of better life alternatives, and told him, he slept outdoors in the early days of new life in Sao Paulo. Out a winner and very honest. Don Licas always remembered the stories he told him, especially his political struggle with the Communist Party and its libertarian ideals at the time of post World War II, during the dictatorship of the Estado Novo. His mother, Yolina, daughter of Italian immigrants in late nineteenth century, very blessed and fighter, worked hard to provide a decent life for her four children. Both had lots of fiber.
Beyond this, Don Licas was a boyscout in its childhood and since then he had developed unusual skills for his age. He learned alone to read and speak English and very early he had started working as an apprentice cartographer. At 17 he projected houses and buildings and made ilustration of sports cars, making good money with this. His dream then was to one day go to Europe and work in the Scuderia Ferrari F1 Team, even if only to change tires of race cars. He was a devourer of books and magazines and persevering, he would defend his ideals with his life if necessary ...
But now, even strapped to his crutches, he fought hard to restart his life and it does not take long for Don Licas, jolting, to walk around enough to occupy his time with things that he really liked as his garden, his animals, his small workshop ... He was determined to enjoy the next phase of his life as best as he could ...
He was happy there, away from the bustle of big city, and struggled not to commit any more errors that could change again the trajectory of his new life. He used to have long conversations with Sissi, John, Alevino and Mim, sometimes for several hours by the fireplace in the living room. Discoursing about his own experiences he tried to convey some very peculiar notions of his life so that, especially the teenagers could understand why they were living there at that remote place, away from everything, no neighbors or shopping malls close by.
But his words were not enough for those teens full of will of the bustle of their ages. Don Licas was not able to persuad them to stay there, participating in the pure and labourious life at the country side. In their teen ages they were unhappy and did not admit to share the duties of the country ranch with Don Licas who was temporarily incapacitated.
The three were the fruits of previous marriages of both Don Licas as Sissi and so had other relatives to give them advice and offer them shelter and other life alternatives. It was by all accounts a difficult situation to be dosed because it involved feelings, rights, family issues and too much interference from people outside the alternative family nucleus Don Licas, Sissi and three teenagers tried to deploy there in the woods ...
After much pressure from all sides, the three have decided to go home, but John, causing much surprise explained his reasons to leave:
- You have so much experience in your life, and so capable in your profession, then why do you go out of business right now? In a mixture of disgust and dissatisfaction to the Don Licas decision.
- You're finished, said John in a loud and scathing tone criticism.
This was like a bucket of ice water on Don Lica's dreams and plans. His ideal life model was not functioning well, firstly with the accident and then with the children disavowing. If this hadn't been enough, in his past there had been two other failed attempts to do the same thing. Something was not working right and that bothered him out because great has been his efforts to make his dreams and ideals to come true in the peace of nature, enjoying the comfort for which he worked for.
Sissi however, faithful to the project she had helped to draw, stays there along with Don Licas to live the life on the country side they both since very early desired.
In this interesting chemistry, watching themselves there alone and criticized by relatives and by their own children for the so "extravagant" life they lived, arouse the idea of once more daring in their projects, and in a mix of entrepreneurship and willingness to demonstrate that they were not yet finished as John said, they decided to revolutionize the culture of the city where they lived installing there a new business, very contemporary with a wireless Internet access provider, a real luxury for the time, plus a weekly printed newspaper and an advertising agency. A resounding success, reaching soon to hundreds of users, advertisers and customers ...
And there goes Don Licas, now accompanied by Sissi, to a new and exciting phase of their lives ...
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