ABSTRACT
251The first thing I kept in my memory was a glazed vase of china, full of pitomba fruits, hidden behind a door. I don’t know where I saw it, when I saw it. If a part of the remote event had not flown into another one, later on, I would consider it a dream. I might not remember the vase very well. It is possible that the image, slender and shiny, has remained because I have communicated it to people who, in turn, confirmed it. Therefore, I do not keep the recollection of an unusual adornment, but its reproduction, ratified by individuals who have established its content and shape. The fact is that the apparition must have been real. People suggested to me, during this period, the notion of pitomba fruits — and pitombas, in my mind, started to designate all spherical objects. Later on, people explained me that the generalization was a mistake, and this disturbed me.
