I met her during the filming of my Forest Films, back in 1983. She was a lover of a dear departed colleague now. Very young, very bright, very funny. Already a child of a broken home or even an unknown father.
She was starting to go into drugs, as were most of the young at the time. Only she went deeper and deeper and deeper, instead of just stopping.
This time, in 1985, she was going out with my Camera Assistent, Pedro.
We used to talk a lot, laugh a lot, play a lot. Bu me, the romantic fool I am, just refused to get emotionally involved with her, for may sake now...
Last time I saw her was in 1987, in the house of a man who was already using her as a kind of a sex slave. She was already becoming a ghost.
Two years ago, I asked about her to my Friend I talked in the 1st place, now dead too, in horrible circumstances. He told me he met her on the streets, in the worst prostitution area of Lisbon, very dirty, very hungry, a complete and total wreck. He brought her home, gave her a bath, fed her, and send her back.
She must be dead by now...