A very old one. Very small, that I almost don't remember any more but I used his small plate during years and years and the three small draws of a country boy almost vanished by the dish washer. The draws were split in 120º in the border of the plate. One day... pufff Until then, I used almost every day of my childhood.
The second cup, with space in my memories is my current coffee cup gave me for a neighbour with my capital letter: A
Is also very used and it is possible to see two ellipses draw in the bottom from the spoon spinning so many times. Because is not a glass, but a cup, it have a little arm that I don't have any idea how is called in English - but for sure you understand me . So, this "arm" is already shaking a very little bit. Is going to broken one day.
Well, the third one is a little bit different. First of all, is stolen. :O
stolen... but is not stolen, stolen... is... stolen.
Iro helped me, so she also is a tiff ! :P
In a cold journey to VESTAS's R&D at Aarhus we got a free lunch (and there are people who says there are no free lunchs!!). While we were eating I was thinking how beautiful was the furniture with the trademark VESTAS. In the end I bored Iro's purse and I brought the cup. Cool design, cool colours, cool company, cool trip.. well I saw as a cool cup.
Iro was concern about me using her purse and with the possibility of a peaceful Danish guy finds out.
There were more south European students there, so there were more stolen cups!!
Stories goes on... We arrive Odense and I intend to bring home (Portugal) the cup. So, I decided to put in my room. Believe, it was beautiful the cup!! It stays in my room for many, many days until I decided to enjoy more the cup using it !! Because my Erasmus experience was a little bit communist I put Vesta's cup in the kitchen. I don't remember already if in the same day or not, but someone used for the first time the cup, and of course the cup was left in the table like all the used furniture.
Once more, I can't precise if in the same day or not, but once Damian (PL) had a new ball. One ball from that kind it jump a lot and many times until it stop and you never know were it goes when you kick it to the floor. Ok that's what's happen. Damian enter in the 111 and kick it out in a crazy move. I was in the kitchen. I heard Damian entering and I saw the funny movement kick the ball in the leaving room.
After many sounds from the ball eating floor, roof, floor, roof, wall, floor, wall, wall, floor, roof, ... . . . . . . table, roof, table, floor, craaashh!!,table, floor, floor, floor and finally it stops somewhere.
It wasn't possible to me to see what glass as been broken in the table, but I was sure something had brake. Like a father to a soon, I knew something was wrong. (please imagine a very slow motion pictures and a very dramatic song while reading this).
Damian (PL) just broke a cup. Justyna knows I like a lot the cup, so she knows Damian just broke Alex's cup, but isn't big deal. I see Damian face concern about just a broken cup. I see Justyna knowing I like the cup, but she also know is just a cup.
Finally I arrive from the kitchen to the leaving room (it's just take 0,5seconds to turn the eyes and be in the leaving room, but in my movie takes all this - keep imagining the slow motion and the dramatic song)
The cup was in the floor. That fashion design was completely vanish. One peace of art was now many peace of nothing.
Damian is surprised with my father's pain about the cup. Justyna, first understand, but after she realise is just a fucking cup and I am being stupid! :) I need 10 minutes more to got that.
Meanwhile Damien offer to glue the cup. I thanks him, but isn't necessary is just a cup. At night, Justyna says me I was a pain in the ass to make such a big drama with Damian. I agree with her.
Some days later, I decided to glue the cup. Some fashion design can be saw, but the cup was ready to became important in my life. ( I hope you already stop with dramatic song, because know I need you imagine a lightly and happy song in the background of my words)
The cup stays until the end of Erasmus in my room. While packing I had to decided what to bring with me, what to send by post, and what to leave behind.
Leave for 6 months in another country is an experience for it self, but in the end to see how much material we are and how much things we want to carry back.... that's one of the learns to life you get it !
So the cup, because is just a cup, was left behind. It even got a place in the package to be sent by traditional mail. :( So, I put the cup in the basement, at Tania's spot. We were in the end of June of 2007.
On May 2008, I was once more in the land of Hans Christian Anderson. By this time I was leaving in Netherlands, at Arnhem.
I went to Christmas Möller and I went to take a look to my box. From a few stuffs I need to the week, I also took the cup. What a peace of memory. Being there again and look to the cup... I knew it, I have to bring it with me!!
And so I did. She was for some time with me in Netherlands and after it came to Portugal.
Aarhus -> Odense -> Arnhem -> Fafe.
