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All the Perl that's Practical to Extract and Report

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  • Of several things... (each of them reminds of the next one)

    Once when I was a kid, after switching bedrooms in the house, I got up in the middle of the night and rushed to the bedroom's door to go to the bathroom (in the dark, of course). At least I rushed to the place where the door used to be in the other bedroom... there was a wall there instead...

    And once, when I was studying in Braga, I got up suddenly and turned to my right side... in Viana, my hometown, I can leave my bed through any side; in Braga, I couldn't leave through the right side... there was a wall there instead...

    And once (I don't remember this one, but my grandmother usually tells me this), when I was really young, I got up in the bed at my granmother's house and thought I saw her behind the curtains, waiting for me to jump to her, as I usually did... so I jumped... she wasn't there... there was a wall there instead...

    And many, many others... :-)

    Maybe that's why I turned out like this :-)