I talk about the power of words.

In english class, Maldo  told me that words are so powerfull, but he didn't find the way to tell me the reason. After of think for a while, he get of their pocket a piece of paper with scrawling writing and, he began to tell a story about how he had read that sentence in that piece of paper. “I walk by the Facso bridge and, suddenly, a friend gave to me a piece of paper with a scrawling writing. ‘It appears like a ancient dialect –he told me- I’ll looking for someone that should have an idea of the meaning of this scrawling writing’. So I went to Facso with him. There, we did ask to people, but no one told us any information about that. We ask to some sociologist, they send us to talk with antropologist. When we found an antropologist, they neither have an idea about the meaning of the message in the paper. So they send us to talk with some academic. Then there was not luck, the academics either knew what did say that piece of paper…”

Maldo was telling the story for a long time, untill he decided to tell me that it was a joke.

Really that story didn’t occur, and he told me that when he saw my original subject of this post. At least, he gave to me a subject to write.