June 12
So there was a party going on at a bar right in a São Paulo square, in the center of the city.
Suddenly, a woman shows up and starts screaming, stumbling on everybody and creating a big fuss. She looks panicked like a she’s in the middle of the apocalypse.
Everyone started to feel scared and ran upstairs (to the bar’s balcony).
Then, two people start shooting randomly and endlessly. I get down to pretend I’m dead so they don’t shoot me directly.
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When they stop shooting, I jump over the balcony.
I fall and realize I’m now in the middle of a crowded rave party, with people I don’t recognize.
I’m at what looks like a countrysite with a thousand acres, covered in bright green grass. I feel drugs running through my system. I start to dance to the music.
Suddenly everybody panicks as a bomb is found in the middle of the ground — and word says we have to stand still.
I dance.
