So, certain of the need to empty the area, before they took the decision to move all inside-forest populations outside, they calculated a percentage of persuasion success, and, even though the plan would cost much more than if they had used local material, they chose the expensive but sure and safe path. Proudly anymore, despite demonstrations and rivals from a whole nation, they gradually accommodated many peoples in big houses, “mansions” one would describe compared to the straw huts all these poor people used to live. Houses with solid roofs, with drainage system, metal pipes, gardens and fences. For the first time in their long history these tribes had frontiers around individual houses. They told them they were called “gardens” and that they had neighbours.
On entering the town, the first thing one will surely notice, is the long curling avenue splitting the town in two. All stores, craft shops and public services are on the left of this avenue. On the opposite side of the avenue is the two hundred and fifty houses. The rest of the houses are spread beside short vertical roads fitting two carriages aside. The first building you check on your left on the avenue are the public ones. First is the post office. It is said that they built it there so that the old postman, Mr Aureliado does not have to go back and forth with his decayed bike. Next comes the police station. But all the families in the town are still so much afraid of uniformed men that the government did not put any signs on the building, and no people inside yet. Mrs Gulielma Maurice visits the station very often to write a complaint about her neighbours, but she knows it will be a long time before someone reads any of those forms and perhaps comes to stop them from hanging washed clothes smelling outside her window or starting their mowing machine during siesta to remind her of the puma that had eaten half her grandchildren during the years of hunger.
