MOURINHO TEM UMA VIDA DIFERENTE E UM NÍVEL CULTURAL DIFERENTE PROCURA EDUCAR-SE MAS APESAR DISSO CONTINUA A SER UM PEDANTE E UM GAROTO MAL-EDUCADO O QUE É EXTRAORDINÁRIO POIS JÁ TEM MEIO-SÉCULO E DEIXOU DE ASSINAR O NOME EM LIVROS DA EDITORA BERTRAND VAI PARA MAIS DE 35 ANOS ....OS FILHOS DA PEQUENA BURGUESIA NÃO LÊEM DUMAS ....NEM PÉRE NEM FILHO ...PREFEREM PAPILLON Henri Charrière, called "Papillon," for the butterfly tattoo on his chest, was convicted in Paris in 1931 of a murder he did not commit. Sentenced to life imprisonment in the penal colony of French Guiana, he became obsessed with one goal: "escape." After planning and executing a series of treacherous yet failed attempts over many years, he was eventually sent to the notorious prison, Devil's Island, a place from which no one had ever escaped . . . until Papillon. His flight to freedom remains one of the most incredible feats of human cunning, will, and endurance ever undertaken. Charrière's astonishing autobiography, "Papillon," was published in France to instant acclaim in 1968, more than twenty years after his final escape. Since then, it has become a treasured classic -- the gripping, shocking, ultimately uplifting odyssey of an innocent man who would not be defeated A STORY OF A MAN THAT IS FREE OF NAZI OCUPATION BECAUSE IS IN PRISIONAL RETREAT This was 1941 and I'd been in prison eleven years. I was thirty-five. I'd spent the best years of my life either in a cell or in a black-hole. I'd only had seven months of total freedom with my Indian tribe. The children my Indian wives must have had by me would be eight years old now. How terrible! How quickly the time had flashed by! But a backward glance showed all these hours and minutes studding my calvary as terribly long, and each one of them hard to bear

é toda uma sociedade que se subverte ao vício das tecnologias 

“We have too much technological
progress, life is too hectic, and our society has only one goal: to invent
still more technological marvels to make life even easier and better.
The craving for every new scientific discovery breeds a hunger for
greater comfort and the constant struggle to achieve it. All that kills the
soul, kills compassion, understanding, nobility. It leaves no time for
caring what happens to other people, least of all criminals. Even the
officials in Venezuela's remote areas are better for they're also
concerned with public peace. It gives them many headaches, but they
seem to believe that bringing about a man's salvation is worth the
effort.
 I find that magnificent
 It was worth having made this break for the people, the human beings it had brought me into contact with. Although it had failed, my escape had been a victory, merely by having enriched my heart with the friendship of these wonderful people. 
No, I was not sorry. 
I had done it.
 “I’ve known this a long time, because when Napoleon III created the bagnes and was asked: “But who will guard these bandits?” he answered: “Worse bandits
 I must prove that I can be, that I am and will be, a normal person. 
Perhaps no better, but certainly no worse than the rest.