In the old Ford blue truck Beto, the godfather of christening of my sister Rosy came to the house to ask my dad for the old Ford blue truck. And suddenly my brothers, my dad and I were in the roads with Beto, going to his farmland, through some hills up and down, some with a very pronounced inclination, I was afraid because I felt that truck could easily tip over, my brothers and I were in the bodywork. We arrive to the farmland and that was all. All I remember.