Chapter 104

The cold wind on the eve of Christmas night touched my hair, moving them away from my face as I raised my head to the traffic light in the middle of the intersection, which had just turned red and allowed a small group of passers-by who surrounded me to cross the crosswalk. I walked with a certain hurry, listening to the friction of the jump of my boot against the smooth The people around me, like any Paulista "regardless of whether that was a city in the interior of São Paulo", walked to worry about nothing but their own destinations, so no one looked once again when I went to one of the most remote and unsafe areas of the region.

Even in the interior, it was possible to see the very peculiar and customary difference between the social classes of our country. On the one hand, some buildings and a civilization that showed that they were always well with life or so rushed that they did not bother to pay attention to others. On the other side, peripheral houses and young people