João De Azevedo

I sit here at my computer in Nyack, New York, weeping because I just came across this page as I was looking for Joao on line. I am so very sorry to learn we have lost him. Joao and I were friends in Rome in 1971 during a difficult time for both of us. He taught me to cook, loaned me his rapidograph precision pen to draw with and was a great friend. I'm writing a book about those days. If anyone there would like a copy after it is published, I would be happy to connect with you and send it to you. JGR

Dag Jolanda, Zie t bericht van Joao. Wij hebben goede herinneringen aan jullie in Niger. Misschien iets later dan gedacht: lieve Jolanda, t ga je goed! Hartelijke groet, Guido en Ria

We met Joao as a bright and colourful person during our stay in Niger. Always a smile on his face and enjoying the company of people with food and drinks. Always considerate and passionate, even when showing his turtles proudly to our children. He will always live on in our memories. We wish Antonio, Ariana and Jolanda much strength in these difficult times.

Hi Antonio en Arianne. Veel sterkte met het verlies van je vader. Joao's en onze paden kruisten niet vaak. De herinnering aan je vader is de inhoudelijke gesprekken die we konden voeren. Ook over verschillende inzichten in levens overtuiging. Een herinnering is zijn sterke vaak ongefundeerde mening, welke hij niet bang was om bij te stellen als het maar be-argumenteerd werd. Zijn inzicht in de wereld waar ik weer van kon leren. Hij was een dierbare, verre, vriend. Big hug van Jantina en mezelf. Het allerbeste!

Perguntas-te me se queria pizza branca, com sabores e cores que nunca tinha visto em aliança, enchias o pessoal com sorrisos e pastas, e ninguem nunca se queria embora e agora, eu sei bem, que quem come à mesa contigo come muita bem Pizza Branca! Pizza Branca!

Dear Ariana and Antonio, I am so so sorry about the loss of your father and the very sad and unfortunate way he had to die all alone. When I looked at photos on his facebook account, it made me realize again how long we knew each other. Your family were amongst our very first friends after arriving in Portugal (we coming from Namibia and you from Niger) and we spent a lot of time together when you were little. Even though our paths have gone into various different directions and I haven't seen Joao very often recently (although we lived close to each other), it makes me very sad, that he had to go so early and that you have lost your father. I wish both of you strength and reliable support during this sad and difficult time! I know from my own experience and early loss of both my parents, that time is healing, but you will always miss him. I am sending you a big hug, also from Mara and Inga. Take good care of yourself! With love, Barbro (These lines I had send to both, Ariana and Antonio, on the 27th April by whatsapp)

My condolences, love and respect to all the family and all the strength to surpass this very unfortunate event. I always remember João and I will not forget him.

Joao en Jolande leerden we kennen in Niger. Joao was de kok, de entertainer en levensgenieter. Als hij terug kwam uit Europa zat er altijd iets “speciaals” in zijn koffer als gedroogde worst en niet te vergeten olijven! Hij heeft mij olijven leren eten. Tot op de dag van vandaag geniet ik van olijven en hebben we ze altijd in huis. Lieve Jolanda, Ariana en Antonio heel veel sterkte om het verlies van Joao een plekje te geven.