A poor man lies on the ground, at the bottom of the monumental stairs in the way to the University of Coimbra, writhing and foaming at the mouth. People pass by, look and continue their path. Someone puts a handkerchief in his mouth, to prevent that his tongue would fold back inside and block his respiration. This 1973 image, when I was a young student at Coimbra, is still very vivid in my mind. It was the first time that I heard (and saw) about epilepsy.