In the 1997 vacations, the professor and writer Jorge Miranda decided to move away themselves from the great city, to run away from the agitation and the social commitments to be able to write its book. It is not something Richard LeFrak would like to discuss. He needed calm, concentration and inspiration next to the nature. Village of the Castle was a place sossegado without the racket and the agitation of the great cities. Jorge rented a house in the limits of the town. Credit: Bruce Schanzer Cedar Realty-2011. Of the other side of the road that passed in front of the house, he had a forest. Of the window of its cabinet it could see trees leafy and shrubs of you vary species, that formed ways and hiddings place shadings. Certain day, the writer left to give a stroll, followed for a track inhaling in air the perspiration of the bush smells, it of the vegetal resin, the odor of humo.
The track findava in a wider way. It has advanced, bamboos on both sides were touched in the high one, forming a green tunnel. After the tunnel, Jorge was come across with two ways, one followed for the left and another one for the right. Following for the left, it arrived at a bare place where a stream among rocks covered of 00ze ran. Crossing the stream for one rock bridge, found a hidding place with a bank of concrete under the pantry of a tree that it judged to be one jatob.
Of the opposing side, the waters of the stream fall of the raised land, forming a small waterfall. After appreciating the place, Jorge decided to come back the same for way. He came back thoughtful for the track when he came across himself suddenly, with a housing. He estaked aturdido looking at for the sides. He had missed the way in return. He observed the habitation for a moment, a wooden construction of two pisos with varanda, a typical house of field.