Todo brasileiro merece um casa pra chamar de ninho
And I know what suffering is. When I arrived from Cait, I moved to Vila Carioca, on Albho de Morais street. I went to live in the back of a bar; it was a kitchen/bedroom at the back of a bar. The bathroom we used for showering and using the toilet was the bar's bathroom. It was the bottom of the bar and it didn't have a toilet drain, it was a hole. And I lived there with 13 people sleeping in the kitchen-bedroom, on those little beds made from the closet. Taking a shower was like going to hell, because there were people who, after a few drinks at the bar, would go and pee outside the bathroom. And it was my mother who had to bathe there, it was my sisters who had to bathe there. Later, when I bought my first house, folks, my very first house, in 1976, it was 33 square meters. 33. I lived with my wife, three children, mother-in-law, and two dogs in a 33 m² space. Because the house was something truly extraordinary. It was about giving our son the security to make friends. It was about giving our son the security of having a school. It provides security so that our female companions can have friendly relationships with people, which is very important.