“Juggler, juggler, magician, acrobat and the first time he came home, my imagination was barely long fast of what had submitted Heldenbruck, I was hungry for marvels, credulous and tender curiosity. Later Baldi informed me of his tricks, but to penetrate their secret could not erase the first impression of mystery when the first night, I saw him quietly turn to the nail of his little finger his cigarette, then, as he had losing the game, pull my ears and my nose so much that it took rubles, which literally terrified me, but greatly amused the gallery, for he said, always the same calm manner, “Thank God this child is a inexhaustible mine! “

“The night he was alone with my mother and me, he invented a new game always some surprise or a farce, he aped all familiar, grinning, departed from any resemblance to himself, imitating the voices the animal sounds, sounds of instruments, drew from him sounds weird, sang, accompanying herself on the guzla, danced, capered, walked on his hands, jumped on top of tables or chairs, and barefoot, juggling with the feet, like the Japanese, making the screen pirouette or the living room table on the tip of his toe, he juggled with his hands better yet, a paper crumpled, torn, was hatched many white butterflies that I chased my breath and kept it suspended in the air above the beating of a fan. Thus the objects near him lose weight and reality, presence, or take on new meaning, unexpected, baroque, remote any utility, “There are very few things with which it is not fun to juggle,” he said. With this pâmais so funny that I laugh and my mother cried, “Stop, Baldi! Cadio can not sleep. “And the fact is that my nerves were strong to withstand such excitations.