On the November day when Chiquinho disappeared, I wasn't in Brasilia. He had traveled weeks before and hadn't even seen the little animal either on arrival or departure during a long stay. Staying at the St. Shame. Now that Chiquinho has disappeared, I see the loss, the pain of even an unintentional absence. I only stopped by there twice: once at night, going to the house of Nelson Pereira de Souza, the Brazilian president of Esperanto, and another, on a Sunday morning, on a circular tour of the city to visit Walkíria and Nabiran. But I didn't go to Concessa and Chiquinho's house.