"The hot winds from the South blew in harmony with the cold winds of the North, and they took everything I had. All that I had thousands of years to build was taken and destroyed in less than a couple of seconds. Everything I had loved, all I had prospered, everything I had hoped, all I had dreamed. Destroyed. And not even LOVE, that was what I most worried about, stayed, because that was what they took with more anger and rage and envy." Júlio de Lucena