Surprisingly enough, in this time when we hope that nothing torments us, we know the death of Pedro Queiroz Pereira. It was a shock. Because Pedro Queiroz Pereira, in his six decades of life, marked our inner self, even without intimacy with him.
Queiroz Pereira was PQP at a time when Vila Real was one of the capitals of motorsport in a closed country and in a fervent field of novelties. I never understood how he could get away from the wheel, because his body would never allow him to drive ergonomically, but the truth is that everything went well, everything was perfect.
His cars were especially for beauty, but also for innovation, they were most relevant to fashion, even if some of the paraphernalia were not meant to impress.
PQP sat on the canvas chairs of the Hotel Tocaio and took the steering wheel with a natural, impenetrable and affable, healthy leadership of the mind, even if, for a few days, it did not seem healthy in the body. It was therefore the PQP in this country outside of Marão, which became large in those days and close to the powers that existed, but which until now seemed inaccessible.
Queiroz Pereira was that of my youth. At a distance, because & # 39; Bila & # 39; s boy & # 39 ;, as Dr. Zézé Rebelo, the courageous children of that time, who only mentioned the staff (that word today) in which a part of the breed settled.
The other PQP, Pedro Queiroz Pereira, was the one I met when the government functions called me. At that time, the Prime Minister said that Queiroz Pereira was the last great Portuguese industrialist, the only one in the state who wanted him to "remove the bureaucracy from the front."
One day, at the end of a breakfast organized by a trade association, I am still in the internal administration, Queiroz Pereira, who knows details, gets up and asks me why it is, in Portugal it is not possible to circulating tractors with wheels of a certain size. I knew nothing about the matter, nobody had informed me. The bureaucracy had blocked PQP, but PQP had not stayed and the case was resolved so quickly that he would not forget it later.
Their investments in the paper industry, which I have carefully followed, are (in contrast to others) of extreme attention to environmental issues; received the best from the Portuguese engineer and guaranteed innovation, free of charge, which is confirmed internationally today. Would PQP have received funds from different sides for these non-core objectives of the project? Of course, yes! Others would.
When a new Forest Code was drawn up in 2009, with a bad memory and one had to stay in the drawers of power, PQP would point out the differences. He did this with the frontality which, for the most inattentive, seems to be insignificant. But it was not. And that was the last of his time in his reading about the future, while he made me ruler.
In November 2009, from the government and back to the energy universe, I received a phone call from José Honório, the manager of Semapa, and invited me to advise the group on the wasteland for 2017 (new CSF). PQP knew that this invitation was the limit in which ethics as a result of the exercise of public functions was not called into question, even if there was no illegality in this performance. I fully understood his invitation. At the inauguration of the new factory in Setúbal, I had to devote my position to the future of the areas of collective property, something that would awaken it. It was five months of reading about the land of a future that would only exist seven years later.
Semapa is at this time a Portuguese industrial cluster due to Pedro Queiroz Pereira. He also owed the noble reading he made of the state of the Portuguese financial sector in the middle of this decade. PQP was a production man, of few who ran the risk of buying new goods, better wages for his employees, reference innovation, without ever questioning the taxes that had "attacked" him honestly. Portugal already has a few. And that is why we owe him immense honor in this temporary farewell.
Member of the Socialist Party