AbandonmentEN

— Luiza, come here quickly, take me there to the patio that I want to watch the sunset, don't you know that I do this every afternoon, woman, because I always have to keep begging you to do your job? After all, that is not what we pay your huge salary for! — Yes, missus, I'm coming, don't be angry, look at the heart! — And don't give me all this irony, you bitch, stop chattering and take me right on that damn chair to the patio! — Okay, okay! Oh this little stressed woman! — But look at how modern employees treat their bosses these days, it seems that we are two colleagues. Have more respect with me, you bitch! — I'm sorry, Mrs. Mercedes, but I am not like your other servants, I was hired by Dr. Gilberto to provide my services as a nurse and, therefore, I am free to express myself as I see fit. And don't overdo it, I'm not disrespecting you! — Ah, well, let it go, Now do me a favor and leave me alone here in my corner with my thoughts<

Right after the destruction of our homes by the invaders and the arrest of our parents, at least those who were still alive after the confrontation with the police, my mother completely lost track of reality and didn't say anything and we, her children, we were taken away by my aunt who lived elsewhere on those properties, an area that was not included in the government's violent actions against helpless families.The other women and their children were left stranded over the rubble left over after the fire that consumed what little they had, we, on the other hand, believed that we had achieved more luck than them, but we were mistaken. Aunt Isabel was the ambitious type and capable of anything to achieve her goals in life, going to live with her was a terrible mistake that we had to pay at high costs.Our mother lost her lucidity and started to live vegetating, without realizing what was happening around her.  So, my three brothers and I were at the mercy of our

I took the plastic fork that came with the piece of cake in the pocket of the yellow overalls for the presidency. Even though I was fragile, I could stick it in the eyes of one of the bitches. There were a lot of scoundrels, in number of twenty or more, they could jump on me and in a few seconds leave me in mincemeat, but this way they would have seen that it had been ordered by someone, a crime ordered by the people outside.This would certainly complicate many people, especially big fish like the commander of the detention house, jailers and everything else that would have to explain to human rights personnel. I waited patiently for them to get away, then went on to the large patio where we gathered for the usual sunbath. Extremely dangerous place, because we were all exposed and without the least security.Suddenly one of the women who was standing next to the wall I leaned against falls and is shaking all over while a lot of foam comes out of her mouth, she seems t

— Luiza, where did you get yourself, creature? Hell!— I'm already here, missus, I'm going to take you to the garden, it's a beautiful morning— Stop talking and do your job right away, woman!— Okay, let's goFrom my departure from the hinterland to the present moment, nothing would have been more painful than living that moment of intense poverty, I felt like I was literally thrown into an open sewage ditch. Before, I was not able to understand the suffering of those people, even though they came from humble origins, or how much they paid a high price to survive on the streets Sometimes we complain with a full belly while outside, many die of hunger, cold, contaminated by various diseases without a cure and forgotten by society that, despite living around, pretend not to notice the existence of these poor devils. For the more, wealthy.They are only shadows unnoticed by their proud eyes dominated by pride, as they consider

Marcos was a refined, polite and considerate man. He lived in the capital of São Paulo and hardly appeared in the region to visit his mother's brother's uncle, who insisted on continuing to live in the Northeast. Luckily, we find ourselves in the most difficult moment of my accursed existence, full of ups and downs, pains and sufferings. Judge of Law, owner of a large and renowned law firm that served no less than the high social elite of São Paulo and other Brazilian capitals, he had a highly defined economic stability, besides being single and looking for happiness, as well like me.I told him my story, letting him know all the details, from my arrival at the house in Isabel to the hasty departure from the city of Rio de Janeiro to avoid being killed by the hill's traffickers. When I was forced to commit a double homicide, as an authority I thought it was right for me to be arrested for killing those two men, but made it clear that it was not within his compet