Pamela is running like crazy down the main street of Happiness Slum. Who would say, apparently the name of the favela rarely matches the situation of the residents...

She is out of breath, disheveled, her clothes are rumpled and there is a small tear in the gray blouse she was wearing. The same blouse that caught Fabrício's attention.

She went to a cafeteria with Fabrício.

But, she was now walking back, running in despair.

Where was that Gol? Where was Fabrício?

And why was she running like she was running away from an avalanche?

Some attentive neighbors made conjectures. But, no one thought of stopping the young lady to question...