Saturday night I was on a train to the next station I went out to not be inside , I do not like to stay too long stuck somewhere , it reminds me of a story my uncle one day that he had gone to Africa to hunt elephants , he met Jane , an Indian came to research army ants , immediately it was love at first sight , and nine months after their first son was born , all a child born nine months and after ten years they were twenty , because my uncle had another woman he saw only occasionally , when he was tired of Indian food , he left it to join the like a long time and when he returned it was with another child that the woman he loved gave him because she did not want to take care of babies, and the family grew quickly , and one day the two women that it loved died the same day , leaving him alone with his twenty children, for years he made a depression , not occupying his children , growing up does not education received him and they became thieves and people violent, can not imagine life by breaking the happiness of others , this story haunts me today, I think I must be the representative of the lightness of life in opposition to this part of the family happily since disappeared as mysteriously these twenty children one day when they came together to share their treasures , were drowned in a fault after an earthquake , they had no children , so this horrible family disappeared a suddenly, long after when we spoke of this shameful family , I could not push a sense of disgust that never leaves me , so whenever I 'm in an enclosed area , I'm suffocating , I feel that I miss the air , the air of freedom that goes into my body , the air that passes through my brain leads me to live happily