Era uma vez um País assim: contar bem contadas a Ditadura e a Revolução

In a country known as Portugal there was, for 48 years, a Dictatorship (a difficult word). Hard and enduring, it was here to stay, and to command, and to control, and to place inside people’s hearts a frosty fear of the sort that runs through your blood. In the middle of that 48-year-long night, there were hidden people who fought and struggled so that one day something really great beginning with “F” would arrive. And one day it did. It was on the night of the 25th April, 1974. Those people who had secretly fought could now go onto the streets and write that word beginning with “F”: Freedom. And that was when something called a Revolution began. Revolutions are winds which turn everything around and leave what we know upside down and allow us to discover things we knew nothing about.