Chapter 89

Two days after our forced departure from Mandela's favela, Mariana and I received a call in the middle of the afternoon. She didn't want to answer, because she still used the cell phone that said she was inside Mandela, at her grandmother's house. So I had to answer, lying comfortably on my white and soft sofa, and eating a bowl of popcorn. The number was unknown. When I answered, Pablo's voice appeared almost screaming on the other side of the line.

"Captain, we need you," he said in a tone of despair. I sat down and almost dropped the popcorn, and Mariana, who was choosing a series to do a marathon and cry eating ice cream, turned to me. "There was a very strange situation with our Major. We need you to come to his residence to help us. We're getting in touch with all our best shooters. It's a critical situation.

I confess that even after letting you know that I was already leaving the house, I sat on the couch and consideri