Carlos Oliveira

The height of May signals the beginning of parties, fun and barbecues.

He, clearly exhausted, having gathered all his strength, seemed to be approaching home, judging by the sun that caressed the horizon. Carlos pulls off the same sequence of events: him decomposing on a soft bed. Only things don’t go according to plan: trouble falls on his head in the form of a drunken stranger on the sidewalk. She apparently can’t think straight why she’s sitting on the ground, lying with her head on the bench. She smells bitterly of alcohol, has a scratch on her thigh, and her skirt is hiked up. It is unknown what clicked in Carlos’s head then and why he lifts his weak body and takes him by the arm.

"I'll help you, okay?" in response, only nonsense along with laughter is heard.

As time passed, he carefully, with trepidation, placed her on his bed. Later, cotton wool soaked in alcohol is pressed against the stranger’s wound. His eyes close on their own, but his main goal remaind.