We are a people of pigeons, no one will give us anything. Everyone is shouting at us, it's about us, we know it. Some of us are just scoundrels, some of us fly like birds. Sometimes it makes us very angry, because we are not as simple as we look. We did not break the Atoll, that's true, but what about it? Try to recall, dear people, those pigeons that we broke. We did not offer the world the Pythagorean Theorem, and yet we are here. And we have to face it. Even though we are still a bit young, let them not deal with us. Despite this, however, I advise you to take a deep breath. We are a people of pigeons, no one will give us anything. Everyone is shouting at us, it's about us, we know it.
