Legendas de João Manuel Pinheiro

1988

Era sem duvida um factor de grande orgulho ver o nome do meu pai nos ecrãs da RTP. Às vezes perguntavam-me se era o meu pai que fazia as legendas, enfim tinha uma celebridade na familia.Sentia-me alem disso participativo pois passava horas ao lado da moviola de trabalho num estúdio do Lumiar onde se fabricavam as legendas, em métodos, hoje considerados artesanais, mas naquelas épocas analógicas era mesmo high tech.

Mas havia mais, quando era miúdo participou na longa metragem “Canção da Terra”. Era pura e simplesmente o João Manuel. Ainda fomos ver o filme num salão qualquer dum bairro popular de Lisboa e guardo memórias do tal sentimento de orgulho e admiração que todos os filhos aspiram ter em relação aos pais.

Não recebi uma educação liberal, longe disso… Aquela geração dele tinha sida formada por ditaduras e intolerancias e consequentemente havia que tomar partido pois ou se estava com os bons ou com os maus, com os pobres ou com os ricos, com o PC ou com a União Nacional, com o Sporting ou com o Benfica. Foram tambem essas intransigencias que registraram as mais fortes memórias, positivas e negativas e que sem duvida contribuiram de forma inequivoca para a minha formação como homem adulto.

Foi sócio do Sporting mais de 50 anos e ía ver os jogos a Alvalade até poder. O marido duma tia levava-o em pequeno e ficou sportinguista.

A pequena classe média de Lisboa era principalmente intelectual. Frequentou o Colégio Valsassina onde conheceu outros rapazes do mesmo meio. O meu avo tinha sido advogado e politico, logo era homem de letras e humanista. Segundo o meu pai um pragmático como eu.

A irmã mais velha Maria Rogéria tinha emigrado e residia em Paris logo depois da guerra. O tempo que passou com ela lá, foi descrito como dos melhores da vida dele. Jantou com Jean Paul Sartre e conviveu com pessoas interessantes. A ida para Londrés, para tirar um curso de engenharia, foi-lhe imposto e não o entusiasmava. Foi aí no entanto que conheceu a Pam, minha mãe e casaram. Em 1952 nascia eu, o primeiro filho, em Stafford.

Na vida profissional passou por muitos sitios. Relembro minas da Urgeirica, C. Santos, Holliday on Ice, Ponte sobre o Tejo, Sheraton, Projecto Quinta do Lago, Intituto Portugues do Cinema. Deu aulas de ingles, estudou na faculdade como aluno mais velho.

Mas principalmente tinha sede de saber, de aprender.

Os filhos eram a sua paixão e preocupacão. Gostava da ideia de chefe de familia, sendo que não teve na realidade grande familia. Já em Portugal nasceram o Pedro e a Joana. Fez o que pode e o que soube fazer. As incompatibilidades com a minha mãe cedo se mostraram e as separações materializaram-se para desgosto e drama dos filhos e deles próprios.

Finalmente conheceu e casou-se pela segunda vez em 1988 . A Leonor foi a mulher que lhe trouxe felicidade e estabilidade emocional. Foi a companheira que procurou e encontrou. Interesses semelhantes e viagens conjuntas trouxeram imensa felicidade e recordo o reencontrar dos primos espanhóis e as férias em Fuengirola.

João Manuel Henriques Pinheiro faleceu no dia 16 de setembro 2016 com 91 anos.

Estão convidados a partilhar memórias e acrescentar dados aqui neste blogue.

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Highly confidential police matters!

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To me it was all pretty straight forward. We had got married; I had my job at the Sheraton and in order to keep it, I needed to show them a permit. If memory does not fail me we went to the police station that same day, the 17th November 1972. There we were told that it was necessary to present ourselves for an interview. Swedish authorities were instructed to make sure that no marriages of convenience with the purpose of staying in the country were accepted. I learnt later that Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme had in 1949 married to help a Czechoslovakian girl escape dictatorship in her country. It wasn’t our case, but still…

We were summoned for an interview on upcoming Tuesday the 21th November. We were asked separately a number of questions, some of more intimate character. When did we meet, how, where and had we slept with each other.

My interview was held in English and I wasn’t a bit nervous, but instead rather amused at the whole procedure. For Mona it was different. She was rather upset that her country acted suspiciously and I think she took it rather personally. Eventually the whole thing was over, we were reunited and they chatted something that I didn’t understand. Suddenly I found us out in the street, facing the cold and dark Stockholm afternoon. I was not only curious but decided to claim my right. Where was the stamp I needed? We went back in again and after some more talk I was given a stamp on my passport. It’s validity was for four days when the decision was supposed to come from the authority in charge! That did me fine! I had my stamp, so I was happy! I had also for the first time encountered Swedish bureaucracy.

Ding dong the bells that didn´t chime

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The whole thing seemed almost surreal. Here I was in Stockholm living with Mona. We were engaged since that trip to Spain in the summer. There, I believe in Seville, we had bought our engagement rings. We had talked about getting married, but it was never a big issue.

Life in Stockholm was beginning to function in that autumn of 1972…at least for me. People struck me as unfriendly almost rude but Mona explained, in a matter of fact way, that they were Stockholmers!  We had our room near the University; I had my job at the Sheraton.  The condition put by the hotel for keeping me on was that my papers were in order! But they weren’t.

We had to get married to get my stamp on the passport. A date was set. The seventeenth of November. We were to go to the Stockholm City Hall- Rådhuset -at a given time, bring our rings and a couple of witnesses and a paper from the UK that showed I was free to marry. A certificate of no impediment!

It was a cold day, like November days in Stockholm are. It darkened early. Not the best month to get married…But we did get married that day, even if the only thing to prove it is this certificate of marriage. There are no photos of the event as witnesses, Åsa Ahlberg and Anders Hult, simply had forgotten the camera!

Well never mind…now to the police station. But that is another story.

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The Stockholm Sheraton

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Sometime in October 1972 I entered the Swedish labour market for the first time! I had recently arrived from England to join my fiancée Mona!She had started to study English at the Stockholm University. I lived with her at the student’s room she rented at Amanuensvägen.
The kitchen facilities were shared by other students. It was at this time that I was introduced to certain food that apart from being Swedish suited the purse of poor students. Blood pudding with lingonberry jam, fruit soup and bilberry(blåbär) and even rosebud(nypon) soup were among the novelties. We held a tight food budget, at a culinary price!
Some readers might recall that my father had from Portugal, seen to it, that a letter of recommendation was sent to the director of the Sheraton Hotel in Stockholm. It was with some great expectations that this young man, though not believing he would become a gentleman, something he already considered himself to be, but rather obtain a position where language knowledge could come of use! I will not lie by admitting that I was hoping for some work at reception. Inspired perhaps on Candide’s experiences a hotel job could lead somewhere!
It was with some mixed feelings and disappointment that, on temporary and conditional basis, I was offered a position as a houseman. Provided that I would regulate my situation as far as labour permits were concerned, the job was mine.
What did this houseman work consist of? Very simply taking from the basement and up to the floors, the bed clothing and other stuff that were the very essence of making up the rooms and without which, chamber maids would sit idle! I would soon advance on my short Sheraton career! Most positive in leaving the houseman chores was to skip listening to and seeing ,the unsympathetic and bitchy woman, in charge of these important hotel activities!

Frozen Brazilian in Stockholm

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Looking back, and after consulting material from the period, I can share some data on what happened in the month of September 1972.
When the Interrail adventure, that took Mona and I to Spain ended, I returned to London in order to get a certificate, that we thought we needed, to get married!
As I had nowhere to stay two people gave me a hand. Quim Semião who was trying to save Die Fledermaus from bankruptcy and a Brazilian called Guilherme who lived at 2, Nevern Rd. Flat 1.
Quim and I tried to keep the club afloat. We were hardly earning any money and eventually, within the month, we were both out of there.
As to Guilherme… I believe this guy had some money. His rent was £16 a week. I could not afford to pay half so he agreed I would pay £6 and teach him English for the remaining £4. I really cannot recall, what his line of business was, but at one time I was helping him get a lease for premises in Beauchamp Place, where he would open a Brazilian restaurant!
He wanted to come with me to Sweden, as he was keen to know new places. We decided to go and booked the crossing with the Saga for the 24th September. Once in Stockholm we would meet Mona at the central station. As we arrived all focus was concentrated on each other. I think Guilherme said it was too cold in Stockholm and went back to London! Well, did he? I completely lost track of him.
My Stockholm life could however start. Engaged to get married, sharing student room 119 at Amanuensvägen 14 and with a letter of reference, fixed by my father from a Mr. Oppacher, GM of the Lisbon Sheraton, to the director of the Sheraton in Stockholm a Mr. Schuack should be waiting for me. It was meant they would offer me a position at this fashionable hotel. Things could be worse.