Growing up in Vascu, one hated the city, the dirt, the bustling port and all that comes with a booming town. The boom never stopped it seems and the dirt seem to have taken the glitter of the city these days. There were some memorable mile stones for the city: the call to change the name of the city, the post-election violence of 1971, the Santosh Trophy in '72, the one institution that held the city together- Vasco Club and growing up with hip on Mangor Hill in the old days. Chatting with Fred de Saligao, he thought would be interesting to put together stories of growin up, watching the city change and memories. So we are calling on those interested in contributing to drop us a line giving us a brief on what you wish to write. So if you lived in Vasco at some point or have recently moved there and would like to write..........
Many thanks
