After the previous regional and exaltation chants of friendship night, We left for Trieste and stopped earlier in Brescia. Brescia is one of those wonders that Italy has scattered his map. As beautiful as real with its Saturday market where one watched with a smile that the disorder is not just a thing Iberian, It is a Mediterranean thing.

One November afternoon my friend Victor Hugo showed up at my house and told me about Maputo map. I said exactly: "In my house Azores years I have hung a map in which I pointed out some routes I wanted to do for the world. It is time to make the first.