We say something of doctor Maggen not to close circles nor to break lines. It was born in Hungary. It arrived at the country shortly after being born. Their father and his mother were Jewish atypical. He did not practice sports because he had too white legs for the tropic and the t-shirt terrified to him to exhibit a chest sunk when sweating.

He studied in a private school where he emphasized for being able to remain in silence by more time del than they allowed the energies, hormones and the pedagogical interrogation on the part of the professors. He followed the medicine race in first opportunity. It Could not finish because desmayaba in the dissections of the toads. one inclined there by the mathematics and, although it demonstrated a proverbial capacity to solve very complicated operations, finally, submerged in the deep abysses of the physics. The time does not exist.

It does not have substance, is incapable to interfere on the reality. What we know like temporary process, is a necessity of successive order of us, uncertain and fearful creatures, cornered between the emptiness and the walls. Neither the sky, nor the sun, nor the clouds, nor the stations observe linear movements (elementary virtue of our human time), but cyclical. We do not know if it has been thus eternally, but the periods priorities of the matter are maintained with durations similar, subject to strangers. Nothing else. The previous thing has been a desliz while the apparent protagonists ascend in silence, sunk in dense discretion, the mind put in the happened most improbable situations in their lives. We would not know to say they remembered if them with exactitude, the certain thing is that faces altered by a brief smile were distorted before the brightness of the reflected mercury tubes in the back-to-back wall of mirrors. Doctor Galeazzo watched the angles of the walls.