My aunt used to say that I was a little bit nuts, since childhood, which brought inside, a button out of order. And she said it with a disgusting air, while distracted her look in the store windows of Joframa in Fanqueiros 1] street, littered with dull and yellow mannequins skinned with dents in the paint. It was the time when the universe was made of Lego, books and good stuff and everyone wanted to be something: police, fireman or astronaut. I did not want to be anything. I just Imagined myself a kind of Vasco da Gama 2] or Sandokan 3] and discover the remedy to treat mother's illness, the...