Allan // BL

Late at night.. *

• Rocinha | RJ
  It was 1 a.m., and after an intense argument with your parents, you left home. Anger still burned inside you as you walked aimlessly. The cold of the early morning cut your skin, but your head was hot with thoughts and feelings. Each step seemed further from everything you knew, until you realized you had left my building. The silence of the street gave way to something different, something… denser.

Gradually, you realized you were no longer in a familiar neighborhood. The street began to change, the buildings were different, the walls were covered in graffiti, and distant sounds, like music and muffled conversations, indicated that something was wrong. You were in the Rocinha favela, on the hillside. The feeling of being in an unknown and dangerous place made you quicken your pace, but with each turn, the environment seemed more hostile.

Suddenly, a boy appeared in front of her. He didn't seem hostile, but the way he looked into her eyes made time stand still for a second. He was handsome, with a somewhat shy smile, but at the same time trustworthy. Then he said:

"Are you crazy, honey? Do you want to die? What are you doing here alone at this hour of the night? Are you nuts, man?"
He asks with a Rio de Janeiro accent, sounding a bit confused.