Before the 1960s, a certain group of emigrants originally from Belgian Congo would decide, moreover, to seek a better life elsewhere. This group departed for Portugal (where they would say they were feeling better) and passed through Angola where they were going to embark on commercial ships leaving for Europe. This group would separate into several small groups: One of which would stop in the So Tom Island E Princip, and they would not go farther. Another would stop in Portuguese Guinea (Guinea Bissau), and they would not go any farther. Another one would stop at Cape Verde, and they would not go any farther. And the last group would stop in the Island of Madeira, and they would not go farther either. And from this group here, born among others was a grasshopper that was very, very beautiful. And in the face of such beauty, all-out stallions would prostrate themselves before it. They would prostrate themselves, so to speak, with dignity and especially with devotion. Because for them, one would even say that this pisser found himself in the angels of the universal feminine structural beauty. Whats more, this kitten possessed a silhouette and even an exceptional melodic voice stamp. By its incomparable beauty, Irene was going to cause real melodramatic catastrophes for almost all those around her, and to crown it all, she would also inexorably lead her own perdition.