I'm sitting in front of the computer, watching the youtube, and thinking, oh my God, this rapa deep in the woods, taking new victims every day.

     The entire Brazilian people following the boy's saga day after day running away from the police through the forest, while he runs away, I revisit everything I experienced on the streets.

     Dangerous outlaws commenting on their crimes and laughing at their victims, sleeping beside us and protecting us from people like them and even from themselves.    

     I witnessed so many things in the past, I was suffocated with fear, hearing and seeing things I didn't want to see and hear.

     Today I look around and see hardworking and honest people, my only contact with highly dangerous individuals is on TV or YouTube, when I watch the subject of the moment.

     I observe at the moment an individual, being chased like a beast, but who acts like a beast, kills for his pleasure in killing.

   I remember myself in the woods, sleeping, drinking river water, eating what I found in it.

     And I observe the attitudes of the dangerous marginal, who, in addition to what I used to do in my simplicity and innocence, goes further, enters houses, steals, kills, rapes, kidnaps.

     The police were forced to remove people from their farms and farms to save the lives of local residents.

     Today I observe and see both sides of the coin, being the innocent and the persecuted, I see in the serial killer, many attitudes I've had.

     Sleeping in the forest, like an animal, eating what I found in the forest, bathing in the river, drinking water from the river.

     But on the other hand if I met the persecuted I would be his victim and not his tormentor.

     He took me back in the hands of the past rapist. 

     His pictures on TV take me back to the man who once raped me, he's just as tall, he's white with black hair, he looks the same.

     All of this hurts me, attacks me at the same time that makes me revisit and think, how many people are going through everything I went through now, at the hands of the serial killer from Goiás.

     How many women will he kill and terrorize until the end of it all?

     And the future, of those people who are there as it will be, will it be those who are as strong as I am to withstand the pain of everything that lived in his hands, without going crazy?

     The dread, the pain, the humiliations that that man is doing to besiegers, I've already lived in the skin, because I was a homeless person. 

     I think and rethink each victim.

     And there are certain moments that I think about him too.

     I feel sorry for him, because I think about the possibilities for him, either to become a bullet sieve, or to end up in a maximum security prison and

end up being murdered there for raping women and killing children, and the criminals don't forgive that.

     I look at him with compassion, with pity, and it even hurts me, remembering similar types who protected me in the past, and that observing the attitudes and speeches of the serial killer from Goiás, I see many similar attitudes.

     It's painful to remember that he's just a human being, but he behaves like an unattainable beast.

     While I feel sorry for him, I wish from the bottom of my heart that he would be caught and not make any more victims.

    I watch him fleeing the police siege and imagine him inside the forest, with all the dangers there, snakes, jaguars, ocelots, and so many other things.

     I imagine the environmental officers going to a reserve, filling a truck with jaguars, putting up flares and dropping them into the woods, to terrify him and get him out of there.

I remember myself in the A****n jungle, sleeping in the woods, inside my sleeping bag and listening to the jaguars making their sound and at dawn, I found that fifty meters from where I was sleeping, a group of jaguars had eaten an entire family, who didn't know the place and went camping in the woods and having a barbecue, and the animals smelled the bleeding meat and came over and overturned the camp and ate everyone and the meat.

     I was sleeping fifty yards away, and I lived to count.

     When I arrived in the group of people around the parked car, open and full of photos of a happy family on a cell phone, and hearing the residents and environmental police report what had happened there, I cried and prayed, thanking God for have escaped death.

     When I explained to the police that I was sleeping on a fever-reducing blanket, sewn on a truck tarp, making a makeshift sleeping bag, nearby,

and I had heard the sound of the jaguars and felt, very scared, thinking they were going to attack me. . 

     The people who saw me kneel down crying and pray thanking me when I understood what had happened.

     And now, out of pity for people who have been murdered by a cold man, I wished him the very end of that family.

     My heart feels pity and fear at the same time.

     Sometimes I think, poor thing, he's just a human being, there are so many police around that if the police come across him armed he'll turn into a sieve of bullets, when I hear of another victim of his, I want to see him being eaten by ounces.

     How dubious are our emotions when we come across someone we can't defend against their brutality.

     We want in our hearts to see the other as helpless and harmless as we are, but at the same time to see you are not, it scares you so much that we are left imagining ways to destroy the aggressor.

     The empathy inside me is on both sides, for the aggressor and for the attacked, sometimes I root for the victim, sometimes for the aggressor, like an action movie, which we root for the criminal.

     But life is far more violent than an action movie because it's real. 

     What hurts is that she's real.

     The serial killer has a mother and a father, a mother who begs her son to surrender, and declares that she loves him.

     A father scared and afraid of his own son, who he now sees as a monster.

     He has a wife, child, people who love him, only he killed an entire family, for nothing.

     How many equals does he have out there, who also have people who love them, who do what he does and even worse.

   How many of us know how to use our freedom, without stepping on someone else's.

     Humanity has so many brute, dangerous, arrogant, arrogant, manipulative, fierce people, and so many sensitive people, living together.

     How it hurts, having to face it, that there are beings that we love and that we don't even suspect, but they are brutal.

     I look inside myself and see, that I've never been and I'm not able to shed blood for anyone or anything (animals), not even to defend myself, let alone take another step on the ladder of evolution, and there are so many people out there , who faced with a much smaller challenge than I went through, is willing and at this time I thank God, for having been close to me every day of my life, teaching me to have patience, sobriety, balance and love, to such an extent, that I overcame obstacles, for love, without inflicting pain on others.

     Win in life? 

     Beat life?

     For most of them, winning in life is having material goods, power, money.

To win life is to reach the end of it reaching personal goals, which in my case is to maintain a good character, despite the pain, persecution, fear, disillusionment, disappointment, hunger, cold, humiliation.

So far in both aspects, it comes out winning, until when, I don't know, because I'm human, and I don't know about tomorrow, I know about now. We don't know how we're going to react to things until we go through them.

My goal in life was to live with clean hands and work honestly, regardless of what kind of work I had to do.

So far, I've accomplished myself. Tomorrow only God knows, but I am grateful to him for my yesterday and my now. It was worth each day.

     What I find strange about the Brazilian people is that a bandit either becomes a national hero or a national urban legend. 

     As in the case of the serial killer from Goiás, who after surviving in the forest becomes a national legend, some see him as a fox, others as a jaguar, others as a dragon, and so on, each one names the type in a different way, but now become a legend.

     It is making history throughout the national territory, inside and outside prisons, in homes and on the streets, people have stopped living to watch news of this type. 

     Nobody goes on the internet to look for local news, everybody looks for news from Goiás.

     As a person and as a writer, I end up embarking on the follies said by others and joining in the fun.

     That's why I decided to write one of the most interesting theories I heard about the most famous criminal in Brazil today, that he is a dragon.

     The person's reason is that the forest around him caught fire.

     And that in the days before the event, bonfire remains were found in the forest, but smoke was not seen from above, neither by the drones that were looking for it nor by the helicopters.

     The person then created the theory that he turns into a dragon at night and releases fire through his nostrils.

     I was amused, and got into the game of facing him as a dragon.

     As a good Brazilian that I am, I started looking at the photo, because we Brazilians have the habit of naming ugly people as dragons.

     I thought to myself, he's not a Gianechini but he's not so ugly that he could be called a dragon, I've seen worse.

     So, let's go with the theory presented to me of the type of blowing fire through your nostrils when night falls, and here we are creating this character.

     Imagine my reader the idea, a woodsman (a person who survives in the woods), lives his days in the woods, but this woodsman begins to flirt with black magic.

     Something he doesn't have much knowledge of and starts to do satanic rituals, and because he doesn't know how to do things right, he runs into the cuckold who to make a difference with his face, because he goes where he shouldn't instead of leave it to those who knew the matter, punished him, turning him into a dragon when night falls.