Luana
There are things we keep inside for so long that when we decide to tell them, it feels like we're being torn apart inside. But today, today I'm going to speak.
My name is Luana, raised on the hill, born and bred among alleys, funk beats, and struggle. I'm a beautician, I have my space up on the hill, right next to Nando's barbershop. Everyone knows it. And those who don't know it, know my story. Or at least think they do.
Because no one knows everything.
Not even half, actually, because I don't have the knack for being a victim.
The only person who truly knows is Nicole. My best friend since forever. Since childhood. We shared sandwiches at school, worn-out backpacks, and dreams too big for the size of the hill. And it was with her that I also shared my greatest love. And my
