Slowly, Turquel is changing. Blocks of apartments replace the old family houses, cars invade all possible spaces, and services replace the old work in agriculture.
Turquel is no longer a village, but it is not yet a town.
The traditions are fading, the authenticity is vanishing, all replaced by an uncharacteristic look. But, anytime the old images appear, the nostalgia forces the question: Is this real progress?
Once a landmark spread all over the hills of Turquel, the windmills stopped one by one, until the last resistant.
Joaquim Rodrigues, the last miller, died a few years ago, but his eldest son decided to keep the windmill operational just for the pleasure of a lasting tradition.
Construction is encircling and approaching the windmill, and Raul Rodrigues says that if they approach much more he will demolish it.
I will never forget the words of the president of the Portuguese Institute for Industrial Archeology, in Marinha Grande:
"A society that doesn't care about its landscape is condemned as a society."
Something that our local authorities should have in mind!
Turquel was a village with history and personality. Now it is a small city, with better quality of life, but where the troubles of modernization are well expressed.
Most symbols of the past are gone, and the remaining classical signs wait their turn to be replaced by uncharacteristic three storey buildings in name of money.
Unless the crisis forces to postpone the projects until...
- I bet two sheep and a lamb!
- I cover it, and bet three more sheep and the dog!
PS - I don't know who won theís poker game. I was so nervous that I abandoned the table!