Alemão
We escorted Adelson's car to the entrance of Hope Hill. Or rather, the old Hope Hill. We stayed alert throughout the journey, ensuring no problems arose along the way.
We got out at the entrance; there had been a curfew, and there were no pedestrians or cars even at the entrance. It was eerily silent, only Adelson's men were working.
Bruna, on the other hand, seemed disoriented until she finally whispered:
"Can I walk? I want to feel the ground."
Adelson helped her down. She touched the ground barefoot, with slow steps, as if learning to walk again, holding onto the priest's cassock, which was three times too large for him. Her hands trembled slightly, but she didn't stop, carefully stepping on the loose stones at the entrance.
Adelson turned to me and the Captain, asking:
"W
