THE DIARY OF MR PEO 1937

THE DIARY DR SR. PEO

JAPAN, FEBRUARY 1937 DATE WRITTEN ON THE COVER OF SR PEO'S DIARY, HE WON THIS NAME WHEN HE ARRIVED IN BRAZIL, AND BY FINDING HIS NAME DIFFICULT TO PRONOUNCE.

IT WORKED ALONE CATCHING CARDS, AND ALUMINUMS FOR THE COLD NIGHTS OF BAIRRO DA LIBERDADE, IN SÃO PAULO, IT WAS RARE TO STOP MR PEO FOR A MINUTE OF PROSE.

EVERY MORNING I WALKED BY HIM, GOOD MORNING SR PEO, AND HE DIDN'T RESPOND, BUT HE ALWAYS COMPLIED IN HIS EDUCATED ORIENTAL STYLE, WAVING HEAD.

I ADMITTED THAT GESTURE, IN THE SR PEO, BECAUSE NOT ALL THE JAPANESE OF FREEDOM, WHICH COMPLIED US, HE WAS AN EXCESS, THEN ON THIS MORNING I INVITED HIM TO HAVE A COFFEE AND MAKE A COMPANY.

AND TO MY SPANTS AND JOY HE ACCEPTED IT, HE LIKED BEING CALLED SR PEO, SAID THAT HIS NAME WAS DIFFICULT EVEN FOR HIMSELF TO PRONOUNCE, FOR THAT HE PRESENTED AS SR PEO, TO THE PEOPLE ONLY AS PEO, AS HE LIKED TO BE CALLED.

SR PEO WAS A MAN OF MEDIUM STATURE, SLIGHT, EYES BLACK AND REPUPED AS OF ALL ORIENTALS, HIDING SOME SECRET, HE WAS 65 YEARS OLD, AN AGE THAT DID NOT

APPEAR, WAS VERY SHY AND LITTLE SMILE.

IT HAD VIGOR, ENERGY AND A LOT OF PROVISION TO STAY ALL DAY BY PULLING A WOODEN WAGON, ROTING TWO TIRES OF A FUSCA, WHO SEEN THAT SCENE DIDN'T BELIEVE IN THE HEALTH THAT MR PEO HAD.

EVERYONE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD OF LIBERTY KNEW HIM, IT WAS A VERY WANTED PERSON, AND I, WHENEVER GOING OUT TO WORK, WERE SEEN HIM WALKING THROUGH THE MADRUGADA PULLING THAT HUGE CART.

ONE DAY I RISKED A COMPLIANCE WITH THE STYLE OF THE ORIENTALS, MR PEO, OUTLINED A YELLOW SMILE, BECAUSE I WAS DOING IT WRONG.

BUT IT WAS DIFFERENT THAT MORNING I INVITED HIM TO A COFFEE, I WAS CURIOUS TO KNOW, AS A LORD WITH AN ADVANCED AGE, WORKED SO MUCH, IN AN ACTIVITY THAT THE YOUNG PEOPLE WANTED NOT.

NOT KNOWING WHY, I SEE A MYSTERY IN THE SAD LOOK OF THAT LORD, AND A VERY SHY SMILE, THE EDUCATION AND HUMILITY OF AN ORIENTAL, SOMETHING INTERESTED ME IN MR. PEO, HE HAD A LIFE STORY.

AND I WANTED TO KNOW, ASK QUESTIONS, CURIOSITY WAS HUGE ON MY PART, WE TAKE COFFEE FROM THE BAKERY AND STAY OUTSIDE.

SITTING ON THE SIDEWALK AND LEANING

AGAINST HIS WAGON, IT WAS VERY COLD ON THAT RIP IN FREEDOM, BUT THE COFFEE WAS HOT.

WE TOOK OUR COFFEE, ACCOMPANIED BY A DELICIOUS AND HOT BREAD WITH BUTTER, WE WERE THERE LOOKING AT THE OTHER.

HE WAITING FOR ME TO MANIFEST, AND I DOING THE SAME, SUDDENLY ENTERED A CRISIS OF LAUGHTERS, MR PEO HAD ALL YELLOW TEETH DUE TO THE PIPE THAT DIDN'T TAKE OUT OF THE MOUTH CORNER, EVEN IT ERASED.

SUDDENLY MISTER PEO STOPPED SMILING, PUTS HIS HANDS INSIDE A HANDBAG THAT CARRIED HIS SHOULDERS DID SOMETHING WRAPPED UP BY AN AGED CLOTH, AND GIVEN ME TELLING., MAKE THE WORLD KNOW MY HISTORY.

AND IT WAS SLOWLY FALLING ON THE CAROÇA AND DIED, THERE, IN MY FRONT, WITH OPEN EYES AND A SMILE ON THE LIPS, AS THANKING FOR ALL THAT LIFE HAS GIVEN HIM, HAS A SILENT DEATH, HIS HEART STOPPED IN THE SLOW AND SICK CAMPASSO THAT LIVED.

I CALLED THE PARAMEDIC TEAM, WHO CAME ONLY TO TAKE MR PEO'S BODY FOR AUTOPSY, BECAUSE THE POOR WAS HARD AND FROSTY.

I ACCOMPANIED AND PAID ALL THE PROCESSING OF VELORIO AT THE BURIAL, FOR THE FACT OF NOT FINDING THE FAMILY OF SR PEO,