Mocinha was lost.Forgotten by the family, Mocinha simply could'nt make her way back home. The whole family gathered, wainting for any information on their mother, Mocinha lost in the city, without food,money, and sudenly...Mocinha runs through the door, half-dozen cabbage leaves in her hand, sweating, frying eggs, cooking rice, almost starving. Starved-Mocinha became, from this day on, a kind of a nickname, a very derrogatory way of calling someone who gets home, anxiously looking for something to eat.
	As empty as Kedinho's suitcase refers to the brains of someone extremely dull, stupid, moron. If ignorance itself could be drawn, portrayed, the resulting image would be Kedinho. No reading. No writing. Whenever talking to someone, a mild, gentle conversation, you could hear his voice fifteen blocks away. Used to drink the soup from the dish directly into his mouth: no spoon needed, just by inclining the dish and letting everything pour into his throat. Once every month Kedinho would visit my Grandmas'home. With an enormous suitcase. Inside it, a single piece of underwear and a cheese. During lunch the cheese had already been eaten. Before dinner, he would take a shower, put his underwear. And next day, back to home he went. Carrying the enormous suitcase with him. Empty. And from this story came the expression "as empty as....Kedinho's suitcase". Tales from my Grandmas'fireplace in Belo Horizonte.