Before we move anywhere else let me tell you my name. My name is Lucas Olivera. I live in the slums of my village. Once a very rich man named Enrico came in and said he was from Manaus. He then said that he was here to look for soccer players. He built a soccer field in the village for all of us to play soccer. For the moment we were all happy but eventually everything good comes to and end.
Later in the month the rich man was killed. Apparently the rich man was killed by the local drug dealer. The drug dealer thought the rich man was trying to muscle in on the business. He had him killed. The drug dealer told us that if we tell anybody we will die. Then again who can we tell? There is no one else but us.
