...dear mother...in the year of 2009...I wrote a series of historical letters...to my sons... taue... and peter...actually... these are autobiographical letters...where I tried to follow a certain chronological order...which begins with the facts in boston...... where my father used to study at MIT...... and goes all the way... to jota-carlos-street...after that... there was an interruption...which still remains on "hold"... until today...... but... for sure...one day... I intend to continue with this project... again...in the meantime...I decided... to forward this collection-of-letters to you...with the certainty that you will enjoy this reading...... these memories...I say a ( temporary ) good-bye to you...with tenderness...a big hug... ...luis antonio... dear son taue...dear son peter... there has been sometime already...that my mind spaces-out through some memories...recalling... several moments that weve been together...now... Im with my life all settled-down...here in the farm... with maria...enjoying a healthy life...a life which I've always dreamed about...Im taking care of myself...eating the good meals prepared by maria with all her love...in short...enjoying a life where theres nothing to complain about...--- --- ---but... the sentiment of missing-you-guys is enormous...but... thats ok...I dont want to interfere in your lives...I want you guys to move-on with your lives...with courage... wisdom... tenderness...and kindness towards everyone surrounding you...being able to stand up for your rights...calmly... with good-manners... and without aggressiveness...--- --- ---since you are in the united-states...and Im in brasil...then... the best way to diminish the distance between us...is to write emails like this one...emails where theres no predetermined subject...simply an email where the conversation flows...motivated by the pure pleasure of the conversation itself...--- --- ---Im willing now... to talk a little-bit about myself...telling you a little-bit of the history-of-my-life...as surprising as it can be... very often...in spite of living together for a long time...very often... we forget to stop... and talk about basic-facts of our lives...usually... we are so absorbed... in our daily worries...that we forget to spare a little time... to REVEAL to the dear ones that surround us...such important issues which are the fundamental facts of our own history...when I was six-month-old... me... my sister ana emilia... my father and my mother...moved to boston...my father got a scholarship from the brazilian-navy...to study in the masters program...at MIT... ( massachusetts institute of technology )... we stayed there for only three years... so I cant recall anything from this period...the only thing I can tell... from the stories my mother later told me...was that... at this time... when I was a very little baby...I didnt want to eat at all..then... she took me to the doctor... there... in boston...the doctor told her to buy a funnel...and... to make a soup...and... to pour the soup down into my throat through the funnel...and... can you imagine that she completely believed on the doctors advice...and she tried to do exactly what he told her to do...?--- --- ---Im stopping the story at this point.... today... because I dont want to take too much time away from you...later on... please... let me know if youre interested in knowing more...about the continuation of these stories of my life...if you tell me