As my mother says, already I was born with the fat finger inside the mouth. It is curious that is great the children who already absorb the finger inside the mother abdomen, so I was absorbing the finger before at least to open the eyes.
Since I have recollections, the finger was for me the second mother: I was consoling myself in the difficult moments, was tucking up myself in the nights of dream, was protecting myself when it(he,she) was afraid and when it(he,she) had shame, was my friend, my counselor and my better ally, but overcoat, was a better sedative for the spirit than any other thing in this world.