- R-r-ro-o-ota! Pa-a-a-ad-dyo-o-o-oom!! ! - the cry of the daytime turned a beautiful, warm and bright dream (something about an ocean beach, tropical palm trees, young mulattoes...) into a waking nightmare! The roar of heels of bodies falling from beds on a wooden floor, interspersed with squeezed mats (rarely, since you can thunder into an outfit for an excess of "strong words"!), The clatter of stools on which the uniform has been laid since the evening, the clanging of buckles, belts and other metal... Hello, morning!