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Fallen From the Same Tree

  • WHAT ARE WE CAPABLE OF DOING WHEN OUR LIFE IS IN DANGER? HOW FAR ARE WE WILLING TO GO TO ENSURE OUR FREEDOM?

    Fallen From The Same Tree is a novel that revolves around an inconvenient meeting between a group of seven friends and a gang that escaped from prison. Everything takes place on a farm somewhere in the Alentejo, where Francesco Monica decides to celebrate his birthday. The same farm that was elected as a place of refuge for a group of prisoners sought by police.

    The house is only a scenario where we witness the events waltz and a whirl of emotions involving two groups of people stuck in a space that is becoming too small as time goes by. The differences between each other tend to worsen in times of danger, and fear will highlight the features by which each one follows its moral conduct. More than a compelling story, Fallen From The Same Tree is a reflection on behaviors, on the meager knowledge that humans have about themselves , about the social fabric, about good and evil.

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    Excerpt from the 24th chapter Excerpt from the 2nd chapter Excerpt from the 3rd chapter Excerpt from the 4th chapter Excerpt from the 7th chapter
    Excerpt from the 3rd chapter
    Ivo started waiting for me at the Salesianos School gate. I blushed when one day after a concert he asked me if I wanted to go and listen to some music at his place. I got nervous, although I’d been thinking of it every day. I knew exactly what we were going to do. What he didn’t know was that it would be my first time.

    It was so crazy waking up curled up with Ivo, in a messy room looking more like a place for a band, but from where you could see the Monument for the Discoveries and the Tagus. I awoke to kisses and caresses, unveiling unknown pleasures. When I said goodbye and returned home I already felt truly like a woman. The foundations of my world had just been altered. My eyes were bluer, skin silkier, hair shinier, senses more awake. I had the distinct feeling the following days, men’s dirty looks and desire had become more frequent. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. The sun was shining brighter, the sky bluer than ever. I noticed how beautiful nightingales’ singing was.
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