Orphans of Eldorado - Milton Hatoum [4]
Amando insisted on paying, said Estiliano. The separation between you is causing him to suffer, but he’s too proud to hold out his hand to his son.
I had intended to go by his house to hold out my hand to this proud man, but chance brought the meeting about sooner. One afternoon I had to go to the Escadaria Quay to carry some boxes to the store. Amando was there, with the firm’s business manager. This manager imitated everything about my father, down to his gait. He didn’t drink because his boss was a teetotaller, and bought clothes in the Mandarim, Amando’s favourite shop. But what really irritated me were his eyes—it was as if they were made of glass. The guy never looked at me. And what in my father was authentic, in him became almost comical. I showed the documents for the goods to the excise officer. I was a few yards away from Amando Cordovil. I waited for acknowledgement, but he looked at my apron and didn’t say a word to me: he went over to the kiosk in the Market, with the manager behind him like a pet dog. Two days later the storeowner told me a nephew was coming to work with him. He didn’t need me any more.
I never knew for certain if I’d been dismissed on my father’s orders, but I still hoped to talk to him. I told the owner of the Cosmopolitan that I was out of work, and that the rent would be late. As he had friends in the harbour, I began to work helping passengers embark and disembark. I spent the whole day at the port and had no time for study. I got no pay, just tips; I was given clothes, hats and second-hand books. I got to know the captain of the Atahualpa, the Re Umberto, the Anselm, the Rio Amazonas. I became friendly with Wolf Nickels, of the La Plata. These captains worked for Lamport and Holt, the Ligure Brasiliana, the Lloyd Brasileiro, the Booth Line and the Hamburg–South America. Sometimes I accompanied foreign passengers on a canoe trip to the lakes near Manaus; I took them round the centre of the city—they were mad keen to see the Opera House, and couldn’t understand how such a grand work of architecture could exist in the middle of the jungle.
I saw the German freighter close to only once, at dawn, after I’d spent the night at a cheap cabaret in the Rua da Independência. I sat on the floating quay and read the word painted in white on the prow: Eldorado. So much greed and illusion! Looking at the freighter, I remembered that Amando hated seeing his son consort with the children in Aldeia. We would catch fish with bows and arrows, bathe in the river and run on the beach. When he appeared at the top of the Fishermen’s Steps, I would return to the white palace. I remembered the contempt and the silence too. That hurt more than the stories he told me in the Boa Vida plantation.
At that time the memories came slowly, like drops of sweat. I struggled to forget, but I couldn’t. Even without knowing it, I wanted to get close to my father. Nowadays, the memories return intensely. And they’re clearer.
I was getting used to the work on the harbour. I talked to young people who were going to study in Recife, Salvador and Rio de Janeiro. Others were going to Europe. People arrived from many countries, and from every corner of Brazil. The problem was the poor; the government didn’t know what to do with them. At dawn, the squares were littered with families sleeping on old newspapers, and that’s where I read news items about my father, in those crumpled, dirty pages; the most important news being the competition for a freight line from Manaus to Liverpool. If Amando won the franchise he would get assistance from the government to buy another freighter. Estiliano confirmed this, saying my father would need me. He wanted me to talk to Amando in Vila Bela.
I asked why we shouldn’t meet in Manaus.
In Vila Bela your father’s far away from his problems. He’s in his own house.
Florita’s never been back to see me, I said.
That’s my friend bearing a grudge. Jealousy. But that’ll come to an end soon.
I didn’t know if Amando had already fixed something with Estiliano. I wasn’t as young