This is not an interview between a journalist (which I am not) and a politician. It is a conversation between two friends. I have ties of admiration and camaraderie with Sérgio. We both share the conviction that it is possible to safeguard friendship even when political options do not coincide. As long as, of course, our disagreements coexist “under the full sun of freedom” (as Michel Foucault said).
Our conversation took place in two parts. The first, in an office of the Assembly of the Republic, the second, in the Old Vic, a classic bar in the Avenida de Roma area, in Lisbon, with velvet sofas, snooker and dark wood tables, with two buttons embedded in the high plinth, one for customers to call the waiter, another to regulate the intensity of the light that falls on each table.
Sérgio Sousa Pinto is not just a politician. His intellectual activity is multiplied, at different rates, by legal, historical, literary and artistic culture. It was the latter —revealed in his special talent for drawing, with the recent publication of the book I was so happy with my Thompson (Avenida da Liberdade Editores) — which led me to call him and propose this conversation.
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