Alemão
Vai Quem Quer Hill had its own rules, but also its moments of celebration. That week, there would be a wedding on the hill, and a wedding here was synonymous with a party, drinks, and lots of hearty food. This reality still surprised me, even after so much time. In the city, weddings were elegant events, with refined dishes, but in tiny portions. Here, it was different: rice, roast meat, a well-seasoned salad, and abundance. I liked the food. It wasn't fancy, it was simple, straightforward, and satisfying.
The bride was the daughter of Dona Cida, one of the oldest residents of the slum, and the groom was from the city. Before coming up, the guy had to face Captain Nascimento directly, asking for permission to live there. I had to admit, the guy was brave. Not just anyone would fac
