“Many cities or countries have a distinct malaise. They are places that could be Portugal, so sunk in a painful longing for the past, and where each tension of the present is only the tip of an iceberg that is explained in successive retreats that can go straight until the origin of the species, at least. This feeling, common to many latitudes, is often presented as a diagnosis, a denial of a painful present as opposed to the desire to return to a glorious past.” Pedro Penim