Too young to know where I was getting, but too old to spend so with children’s dignity. I went into surgery so terrified and so terrified I was the previous days – not to mention those who followed; which is going to be impossible, because it is the reason for this text – which, if the theory that stress for fear causes the sudden outbreak of reeds, is true I should have all the white hair from my 20 years. He was 20 years old when, in a routine medical control, someone decided that we had to tear the four wisdom teeth. They wanted to quit, but apparently there was no room for them and his efforts threatening terrible things, crooked teeth, accumulated, badly crushed and worse digested food, tripe, fetid breath pain. A picture bleak for a young girl, so I agreed without having too much idea of where I got exactly.