Larissa
I'm going down the hill to go to work, with Henrique in my arms, and I feel like something different happened last night. Everywhere you look, there's someone with a radio at their waist, armed, and with alert eyes. I quickened my pace, the eyes of these guys caught every step, every breath. I'm sure the hill has taken over.
I dropped Henrique off at the daycare and headed to the bus stop, got on the bus, and overheard the conversation of some women sitting in the back seat.
Woman 1: The hill was taken over yesterday
Woman 2: Yeah, I heard the rumors.
Woman 1: Who will it be this time?
Woman 2: I don't know yet.
Woman 1: In a few days, the trouble will start again.
Woman 2: Parties until late, lots of drugs.
Woman 1: The parties don't worry me, but the police are invading
