And as if he could read our minds, in case we thought of doing something “funny,” Álvaro threatened us with my knife.
Why should I explain the fear I felt? Andre was surely smelling it very well. All of this was a disaster. I already knew that whatever happened from then on, we were all going to have a very bad time.
Nika had woken up shortly after we started marching, and for a while she tried to struggle and bite Álvaro, which caused him to throw her to the ground and not only beat her in front of my inability to stop him, but also gag her with a handkerchief. He lifted her again onto his good shoulder and by then it was obvious that he was very annoyed. What intrigued me was why he didn’t do something about it, since he didn’t stop talking in Portuguese in an altered and furious tone,
