it was two kids, a boy and a girl, and neither of them could've been older then six. they had masks and little baskets. i couldn't be sure, but i think they started crying when i said i didn't have anything. (no, they didn't. the father laughed at me because i kept looking around to see if i had been abducted and dropped into the suburbs of america, somehow.) i did feel kind of bad for not having some form of candy--such an american word--but all i had was biscuits. they didn't even have chocolate on them. the father said, 'next year, huh?' as he and his children left, but lets face it, it ain't likely to happen.
someone from portugal passed through this site today.
