The first time I meet Imre, I went with his family to their Sitio. I had recently started dating his daughter, and was being closely examined. It was my first trip to Brazil, and Imre was graciously plying me with these great drinks (caipirinha of course) that were far stronger than they seemed. I got to the fourth one before I decided I had to slow down. I believe I managed to avoid saying anything untoward. I never did ask him what he thought of me that day, but I must have made a favorable impression as I later married his daughter.