After if finishing in the carnival it Rio De Janeiro playing in all the blocks that had been to its reach, in all the electric trios where could be, well there, in the way of that tremendous multitude, crossing the dawns in the purest fancy, holding a cup in its hand and agitating to another one for the high one in the intention to extravasar its supposed joy, Hugo came back toward house. It liveed in the street highest of the mount in the Community of the Hat, in the outskirts of the Carioca suburb. The youngster, with its 19 years, went up the staircase that was the final stage of the ascent of the last street. In this Wednesday of leached ashes the city was sleeping, as that of undertow. Much dirt for the streets framed the panorama of Rio De Janeiro. Before arriving in house, Hugo had that to cross many desert streets and others, not so desert, inhabited for the last ones that they had insisted on using to advantage the carnival until the last drop. For diverse times it was obliged and to skirt some people who still slept for the sidewalk drunk and of fancies, torn or kneaded. It also was thus: with remaining portions of fancies in its body, face painted, tired and drunk.
It needed to strengthen itself for not leaving itself to take for the fatigue and sleep, therefore its body asked for that it collapsed in any cantinho and slept a good piece of the day before continuing. But It wise person who to its waited it mother in house. It could not leave to come back in that day, after four is of house, its conscience started to hammer in its full alcohol head, therefore its mother was sick and alone it had. Soon, he arrived in the door of its house, or better, a wooden barraco with some improvements made that it to be optimum barraco of that part of the street, that in the truth also did not seem very a common street.