The tip

Standing on the compass I imagined hordes of mathematicians, cartographers and sailors discussing, poring over maps and charts shipping routes that ensure the safe return of the ships to the ports. I imagined the thoughts, discussions and lectures that took place in this desolate, windy and an almost blinding light place about the best harbors for Portuguese ships along the African coast. From one of the windows, I imagined the infant alone scanning the skyline with full certainty that there were new worlds to discover. And I guessed on his face, a certain frustration for not being able to go along with his captains, to see with his own eyes the fulfillment of this chimera. I will not say it's a magical place, but it is impressive for its rugged landscape and its marks of an audacious past. It was the center of all decisions that the infant towards a trip of universal discoveries and is the remembrance in stone of his indomitable will. Thanks to this prince the achievements of the Portuguese were described in the annals of world history for the best of reasons.