19I was enrolled in the last year of the Faculty of Economics and Commerce, when my old and dear director of the technical school called me. It was around the end of 1931.
As soon as I entered he got up from his desk, he came to meet me and, looking at me with his smug smile but at the same time authoritarian, he asked me:
"How are you? You have become a young man now! I sent you to call because I need your cooperation. The time has come to make you see from the top of a desk the benches that saw you a pupil! " Then he explained to me he wanted to entrust me with a brief supply because the book-keeper teacher had became ill.
It did not seem true those words came out of the mouth of a man of so much ingenuity and culture. I thanked him, trying to kiss his hand as a sign of devotion, but
