Portugal: The Cape of Zé Povinho

José wanders the street of Porto. He knows every single district. Delicious fragrances are spread all over the town. He can sense though the Nortada wind breeze is different today. He has never felt so in autumn. Even the fog falls unexpectedly when he stands at the Ribeira. The homeless boy would do anything to get another glass of Porto wine, even trading his warm clothes is a reasonable step. Everybody but a gentleman ignores him. One encounter might soften his life standard, or would it?

By Magda Alexandra Dias Leite