The Portuguese athletics coach Alberto Lário was arrested and spilled into a cell because he was staying illegally in the country. After his arrest, there was talk that he would be packaged, put on a plane and deported to his country, Portugal, as if it were an unsealed product. The coach has been begging, with his hand outstretched, for the nationality of the country where he was born: Mozambique. It has been 6 years and SENAMI, the National Migration Service, decided to act.

Of course, tomorrow, in my country, it will be possible to die, to be buried, to continue the journey to the house of the Lord, to respond to the final judgment, to bribe the angels with lies and to beg the Lord on one's knees: "Father, my death certificate has not yet been issued. And the Lord, meditating over a huge file of punishments and condemnations, will shout to his angels of SENAMI: "arrest and deport to hell this illegal soul".

How shameful! Alberto Mario was snatched from the track, handcuffed and packed away like a dangerous criminal in the cells of the Brigada Desmontada. For 6 years, the coach has had his hand planted in a public counter and begging for Mozambican nationality.

They say he is an illegal coach and should be deported, but when he was putting the country to run on the tracks of world athletics no one ran after his illegality and no one woke up SENAMI from that 6 year sleep. We know that SENAMI was trained by some envious people to run from the coach.

And because SENAMI is the national champion in open track, it could very well run after all the foreigners downtown who carry a 500 meticais bill in place of their residence permits. SENAMI could win gold trophies if it investigated the Olympic records of the Chinese who land at the airport and the next day already have identity cards and earn Mozambican surnames.

At this hour, the coach has his head wrapped in the pillow of his own hands, he hears the cars racing in the lanes of the Mozambique Avenue road, and surely he feels like getting out of his cell and telling the motorists: "don't run because the traffic light hasn't beeped yet.

And the Mozambican Athletics Federation goes around collecting Olympic trophies of silence, looking for support to make a modern track that ends in the cells of the Dismounted Brigade for all the illegals, and goes running, from corner to corner, looking for more illegals to present them to SENAMI.

If athletics were one of these road companies, if it were a company that plunders the sea and the forests, if it were a company with huge shovels that exhume ores, the coach, still at the airport, without even beginning to count the 6 years of waiting, would have already had a sponsor to help him blow out the candles of his 6 years of waiting, and he would have had the Mozambican nationality on the spot.

But athletics and their medals are only good for the heart, they do not increase the country's foreign exchange, they do not increase exports, and they do not fill the country with investments and entrepreneurs.