To this day I don't know why the teacher bothered to bring us the map of Africa; he could just as easily take off his hump, hang it on the nail of the blackboard, and show us from it the borders of Africa. Besides the hump, I remember his neck bent a few degrees as if he were waving non-stop to the southern hemisphere.

Once I went to the national library to finish a paper for the humpback professor. I went with a colleague. In front of us, in the national library, was an old man in balalaica who was diving underground into a long archive of yellowed documents. I don't forget the librarian, a gorgeous lady, who absently showed us the catalogs of her smooth, flesh-filled legs. Of course I felt like asking her: "are these legs for public consultation? Can I take them to flip through them in my room?".

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And I accidentally, on the back of the old man's neck in balalaica, fired: "I have never seen so much bibliography in a skirt. And the old man, feeling his suca bombed turned to me, positioned all the armament he had used in the liberation struggle and started to shoot me: "the legs are important in the construction of the country? The old man was Sérgio Vieira. It was a shooting that lasted more than twenty minutes. And I was sure that I would not get out of there alive with the work done by the humpbacked professor.

Today I feel like answering Sergio. Of course legs are important in building the country, comrade Sergio. Where can a country go without legs? If even a library needs legs, imagine a country? Too bad you left and still didn't know that legs are important. Legs, your neck sinking in yellow papers and the professor's hump are important, Sergio.