dear son taue...dear son peter...we were in recife at age 10...watching soap-opera with my cousin mariana...( who was 18 at that time...)and my grandmothers sister... tia lurdes...and my grandmother... mother of my father...who was pretty well healthwise...( she passed away two or three years later...)they were my only companions there...because... as I mentioned before...I had travelled from rio to recife earlier than my parents and brothers did...so I could do the admission-exam to the middle-school...which happened on a time earlier than the one scheduled by my parents...to move from rio to recife...to me... those times... were interesting...in the sense of finding myself... for the first time in my life...distant from my brother... sisters... and parents...I found myself in the companion of two nice old-ladies...( my grandmother... and her sister... tia lurdes...)in a house with a super-good mood... very calm...with that kind of good-mood typical of the northeast-part-of-the-country...( different from rio-de-janeiro...)a house... where everything functioned without stress...there wasnt those eternal fighting between my father and my mother... anymore...there wasnt that monotony typical of rio-de-janeiro...... immersed in those environments full of concrete... of appartments...... together with a total absence of dirt-ground... and trees...in contrast... there... in my grandmothers house...I felt like I was in paradise...the house was inside a huge big yard... full of trees... I used to spend all day doing nothing...climbing and then sitting for a long time... on the branches of certain trees...specially the rose-apple-tree... ( the jambo tree )...at this age... ( ten-years-old )... all that a child used to live in an apartment... wants...is to be able to enjoy nature... to climb the trees...to walk barefoot...and... the interesting part is... those werent trees outside... far in the neighborhood...or... in a public place where everyone could pass by...the trees were located inside my grandmothers yard...in her property... it wasnt a public place...it was like a private paradise immersed in the world...but... at the same time... with a total privacy... protected by a (short ) wall...which delineated the border between that private sanctuary...and the confusion of the world outside...where there was an already present... traffic... pollution... bad-vibes... etc...those things which... today... we are so used to deal with... and the yard was simply... huge...something really gigantic...I used to climb each tree...as if they were living things... ( and... indeed... they are...)I used to climb its branches... conquering each region of its interior...the goal was always to reach the highest branches...but... as time passed by... I learned... that each tree had its own secrets:it liked to be climbed...but the process of climbing... had its own limits...each tree had its ideal-point of climbing...beyond that point... its branch would get thinner... and thinner...and the fall would be... certainly... unavoidable...--- --- ---I used to write to one of my friends in rio-de-janeiro...telling him how good it is to climb the trees...he replied to me... telling... in details...how the goal of the flamengo-soccer-team did happen...with illustrative sketches drawn by himself...describing through a dotted line...the trajectory of the ball towards the goal...as I read his letter... I could start realizing...how different our universes were...in the sense of