When I was young we lived at a small country town, with my parents and my sister. The town did not have but of 20000 inhabitants.There were the 60's, and we watched the TV only at night. Although being poor, we had been able to buy a television set with sacrifice and patience.One day, my father bought an 11 volumes encyclopaedia. We paid a monthly payment during many months or years, no longer memory.I loved that long books row with the same cover, which seems to me an infinite snake.My father had only gone three years to school, but he knew that information and culture was the passport to the future for their children.I was a dissuaded boy, without many friends.