a sunny early February morning in New York's Central Park Skating-Rink
Damazio
used to convey the hot vynil paste from which we, machine operators, then cut
up in smaller pieces and insert between waiting heated metal-plates that
would soon be pressed into two 45 rpm 7" single vynil discs. Damazio was
among the Brazilians I'd met since I arrived in Newark in October 1971. He was
the fellow who spoke the best English among us. Brazilians usually spoke next to
nothing. Damazio was an exception for he had taken an EFL course at Fisk Schools in Guarulhos-SP before he traveled to the US. That meant Damazio knew how to use the Present Perfect correctly plus the use of defective verbs like may, can, could, must & should.
Damazio
and I decided to enroll at an English-as-a-second-language course at the American Language Institute at New York
University in Washington Square in Manhattan. Classes were given on Saturdays. So we would take a train
every Saturday morning at Penn Station in Newark and get off at the 9th Street
PATH Station in the Greenwich Village, then walk 6th Avenue up to Washington
Square to spend the morning and afternoon studying English.
On Saturday,
5th of February 1972 we went to enroll at the New York University campus on Washington Square. We took a test to qualify to
whatever stage we’d get in.
Damazio,
then, suggested we take the subway train to visit the skating-rink in Central
Park. We must have got off at a far-away station so we ended up walking quite
a bit before reaching the ice-skating-rink which was packed with people going ‘round and ‘round.
It was sunny but a bitterly cold day. I vaguely remember we rented two pairs of
ice-skates but as neither Damazio or I knew how to even stand up on those
contraptions we soon left off and gone back to walking till we
reached 42nd Street where we usually hung around.
That's
when I felt my feet hurt too much. I was wearing a pair of thin
leather boots I'd brought along from Brazil. They were not insulated for New
York winter and my feet began to freeze. At first my feet were numb and I’d limp.
Instead of stopping and enter a heated place we were fooled by the
brighteness of the day and kept on walking towards Washington Square where we
would take the PATH train back to Newark.
At some
point I broke down and could not go on anymore because the pain was
excruciating. We must have gone into some heated store until I could walk again.
This is no big deal, but I resented Damazio did not take my plight
seriously. As he wore American-made boots he could not conceive I could be in
such a pain.
Looking
backwards at this petty incident I realize I was on the verge of a nervous breaking
down. Too much stuff had happened to me too quickly and I wasn’t able to deal with. Time was running out fast.
under the wings of an rock eagle and feeling the pain of winter
under the Washington Square arch where 5th Avenue starts its way North...
Damazio took this shot which shows the whole Washington Arch in the back.
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