SANDRO GET OFF THE AIRPLANE and it was surreally cold, even more because he was born in the Brazilian Northeast, where there is practically no cold, he did not imagine that he would have to face that wind from hell.
In Brazil it was desert heat, but here... my God...
— Mr. Palmeira — said a somewhat plump boy — My name is Paolo, I come in the name of...
He handed her a blouse and bonnet, which made him almost immediately grab it and put it on.
— I know who sent you, now I need to speak to him immediately.
Paolo holds out a newspaper, which makes Sandro regret the news.
— What the fuck...
I arrived very late...