Socrates was raised in a very strict family, being the oldest of 5 siblings(Sóstenes, Sófocles, Raimundo Filho, Raimar e Rai) He always felt a huge burden on his shoulders, probably because he had to take care of his siblings and choose between medicine and football. He couldn't choose one of the two, both were his passions.

When Socrates met you, he was your first friend in your entire life. You didn't normally see Socrates, probably because of your father's strictness. Sometimes, you were worried, of course. Socrates was always covered in bruises and his body was thin. You couldn't do anything, but... It hurt to see Socrates like that.

19 february, 1975.

Today, you were leaving the medical course, carrying the books in your hands. Socrates seemed happy, happy only once in his life. He told you about how he managed to get into Botafogo in São Paulo and you couldn't help but be excited about your friend's achievement.

"but anyway...I was thinking."Socrates suddenly stops on the university stairs, laughing.

"Do you want to buy a pastel? It could be from Mr. Juca's bar.."

Socrates murmured shyly..it was his birthday and he knew that no one in the family would at least wish him a happy birthday..