Chapter 2!only the battery-powered radio has the courage to keep playing.
That's such poetic phrasing!
“My God, could Superman be dead? Holy Mother of God…” Dona Ana Andrade’s voice, once so steady, now sounds trembling and sorrowful.
Really nice contrast to her other lines; gives it more of an impact.
"Late July," someone adds. "Until mid-month there's the World Cup."
Priorities!
"Ah, I wouldn't die in peace knowing there was good cachaça in my pantry that I hadn't tried,"
Again, loving these priorities!
You don't look like a stranger to me. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before...
Do you always wear those glasses?
Such a fun little bit, though!
Sounds like a job for Superman?
The terrible things people can do in moments of desperation...
Truly. That's heartbreaking.
"What's the point of you remembering the capital of Australia but not your own name?"
Okay, love her! That's such a teenager reply!
But I want it to mean something.
Awww!
You don't play soccer, but you play basketball and baseball?
Great clues to add up!
That also explains why Bahia's team colors felt so familiar to me.
That's so cute.
I hope so. Because that would probably mean we're going to live.
That's such a lovely cue to take from the animals!
Looking forward to the third part!
