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The “Ghost Town” of Vilarinho da Furna

Vilarinho da Furna, also called Vilarinho das Furnas, is a Portuguese “ghost town” full of history and stories. And water… Where today flows the Albufeira de Vilarinho das Furnas once existed one of the most charming villages of the Gerês National Park.

The drowned town gave its name to the immense reservoir, fed by the River Homem, located in São João do Campo, town of Terras de Bouro. On summer days, when the water level drops, it is still possible to contemplate windows and doors mysteriously rising, marks of the history that began more than 40 years ago.

In 1967 the construction of a dam that would flood areas around the River Homem, and provide hydroelectricity energy to the region. Despite some protests, a Portuguese Electricity Company convinced residents to leave their homes, as the dam would completely submerge the small village of 300 people. One year later, the town was submerged, plunging more than 2,000 years of history into the water.

Today, it is still possible to learn a little more about Vilarinho da Furna in the museum dedicated to this Portuguese “Atlantis” - built nearby São João do Campo - and in other commemoration efforts that have taken place since the town was flooded 40 years ago.

 

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GPS: 41º 45"50 N - 8º 12"33 O

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Amândio Oliveira

Nos anos 60 tive o privilégio de percorrer as ruas empedradas desta vila em perfeita comunhão com a natureza, pura, singela, isenta dos efeitos devastadores do modernismo. Nas águas do rio, antes de ser tomado pelas escavações e toldado pelos efeitos ensurdecedores de máquinas, que enegreciam a paisagem natural, tomei banhos de água pura onde os únicos lamentos se faziam ouvir no borbulhar de espumas e quedas serenas da corrente pelas rochas polidas pelo tempo e pelas carícias do abraço da sua pureza.
Hoje a tristeza me abraça num suspiro e num lamento por não ouvir mais o som do silêncio que penetrava nos meus sentidos, me acalmava, me apaziguava a alma, me adoçava as agruras da vida.
Os meus 18 anos de então colheram com sofreguidão a dádiva que logo nos foi retirada em nome da evolução "económica" em prejuízo da essência da alma que cada vez mais se perde com a destruição em massa dos recursos naturais. Lamento!!!!

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