De Baixo para Cima: com um Cheirinho a Pó de Talco

Maria Albertina lives in our village, in our city, even on our street, and she shares fresh bread with us from the bakery around the corner. It bears the marks of all the seasons of a life that now seem to reduce it to invisibility.She is the fishmonger, the lady who cleans our house, who was our teacher, who held our children in the nursery. Maria Albertina is the girl, the friend, the sister, the daughter, the mother, the grandmother… – Good morning Maria Albertina: good morning!