It’s exactly 6.15 am. This morning I had an unfamiliar wake-up call, a loud rumble that instead of being above my head seemed right on top of my house. It was the famous besourão.
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The following essay is one I wrote in 2006 when I was living in Rio de Janeiro, Brasil. It has felt relevant to me lately during the inspiring process of Voice of Our Future.
"Hands in the Fire"
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I have been thinking a lot about my second family, a group of women- a mother and two daughters, who live in the difficult favela system of Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.
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