No one laughs about rain, though you could laugh about stupid reactions or man’s indifference in giving rain acid or basic nuances. The fight for existence is no child’s play and nobody laughs about it. But man’s persistence to use expensive toys for cheap results is laughable. Of course it has been an honor for me to be a part of those who dared to build this saloon’s pyramid. Perhaps we couldn’t be perfect in our appreciations, however we tried our best, and I say this by looking at the first tens of cartoons. In the first place, they were a tonic flood of humor. Then, a extremely ingenious use of the theme. Intelligent associations, unexpected interpretations, novel poses. More so, caricature’s own language has been diluted by astonishing graphical representations, which made me forget for a moment that we are talking about an art considered minor. Besides the educational, ethical or esthetic aspect of this cultural event, I must confess that sometimes I laughed wholeheartedly. I’m sure that God, looking over my shoulder smiled Himself, amused by the beautiful shenanigans’ of these intelligent artists.