Alemão
I was sitting at the spot, with nothing to do. The papers were in order, the accounts closed, and there I was, just staring at the walls. The slum Vai Quem Quer could be bustling, but sometimes, in the middle of the day, there were these moments of silence.
Navalha was sitting next to me, reading a scientific article. The guy was studying law. Yeah, law. A d**g dealer who would become a lawyer. And the Lieutenant? He was studying medicine. It made me think about how the slum Vai Quem Quer was different. It wasn't just a place of survival; it was a place where people tried for something bigger.
While I was daydreaming, a woman appeared at the door. She had a suspicious look, but the tone of someone who needed help.
"Is the Captain here?" she asked, clutching her bag tightly.
"No
