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    2017-03-23 14:00
    &ldquo;My father and his cousin created the first drug dealing territory in this favela back in the 60&rsquo;s. It was a very violent place back then. Before my father came along&mdash;anyone with a weapon had absolute power. There was no law. There was no police to turn to. There were many homicides, burglaries, and rapes. My father played an important role. It was a cruel role, but it was important. He had to clean up the favela. The criminals weren&rsquo;t just going to leave. They had to be erased. And my father did that job. He was a tiny man. He dressed well. He was educated, and polite, and humble. To many people he wasn&rsquo;t a good person. But he was a righteous person. I didn&rsquo;t follow in my father&rsquo;s footsteps. I became a photographer and an activist. But I don&rsquo;t see my father as a bad man. He brought rules to this place. And today&rsquo;s drug traffickers enforce those same rules. This favela is one of the safest places in the city. Stealing is not allowed here. You can&rsquo;t rape. You can&rsquo;t hit a woman. Yes, there is violence. Because the police are always fighting the drug traffickers. But if the drug traffickers were gone tomorrow, the favela would be a far more dangerous place.&rdquo; <br><br>(Rio de Janeiro, Brazil) <br>
    2017-03-23 14:00
    &ldquo;I was walking up the hill with my soccer ball one night and the police and drug dealers started to shoot at each other. I jumped over the wall and ran all the way home. I told my mom what happened, and she got so mad at me. I told her that I was just playing soccer and I didn&rsquo;t do anything wrong. Then she started to cry. And I started to cry. And then we went to the church and prayed for a very long time.&rdquo; <br><br>(Rio de Janeiro, Brazil) <br>
    2017-03-23 14:00
    &ldquo;Drug dealing was delicious. I had a pistol, I had girls, I had funk. Everyone saw me as important. I helped defend the favela and maintain the rules. You couldn&rsquo;t rape, you couldn&rsquo;t kill, you couldn&rsquo;t hit a woman without permission. Everyone knew the rules and nobody could break them. Or else you might get erased and fed to the crocodiles. I don&rsquo;t have a heart. I&rsquo;m cold blooded. My adrenaline goes up&ndash; but that&rsquo;s it. Afterwards it&rsquo;s back to nothing. People feared me. People respected me. But then I got set up. One of the &lsquo;higher-ups&rsquo; wanted my girlfriend. So he accused me of stealing. It was all lies. He even tried to say I smoked crack. They beat me with sticks. They broke my fingers. They knocked out my teeth. They took my girl, my clothes, even my dog. And now I live on the streets. I&rsquo;ve got nothing left. I used to get everything for free. Now if I ask for food, I&rsquo;ll get chased away.&rdquo; (&frac12;)<br><br>(Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)<a href="https://www.facebook.com/humansofnewyork/photos/a.102107073196735.4429.102099916530784/1628881707185923/?type=3&theater#" target="_blank"><i><br></i></a><br>
    2017-03-23 14:00
    &ldquo;If there was anyone who cared about me, God already killed them. My mother died when I was eleven. She had heart problems because of all the drugs. These two tears are for her. I can&rsquo;t even remember her face. I remember going to her funeral but I don&rsquo;t remember her face. When I dream about her, all I hear is her voice. There&rsquo;s no dialogue or anything. It&rsquo;s just her voice, saying: &lsquo;Come here, Jeff. Come here, Jeff.&rsquo; After she died, all that mattered was surviving. Nobody showed me love. Maybe things would have been different if I had parents. Maybe I&rsquo;d have a place to live. Maybe I&rsquo;d have accomplished something. So I don&rsquo;t feel guilty for anything. Why should I? God doesn&rsquo;t feel guilty for killing my mom.&rdquo; (2/2)<br><br>(Rio de Janeiro, Brazil) <br>
    2017-03-23 14:00
    &ldquo;It&rsquo;s been over a year since my divorce. I&rsquo;d been married for fifteen years. I was pretty beaten down. Some days I would feel so lonely that I couldn&rsquo;t even sleep. A friend of mine from work told me to download a dating app. I tried for a long time but nobody was answering me. It was making me feel worse. I wanted to delete it but my friend convinced me to keep trying. Then on January 28th, I saw her picture and gave her a &lsquo;heart.&rsquo; And she sent me a message. I said: &lsquo;Wow, this is really happening.&rsquo; It&rsquo;s like she&rsquo;s an angel who came from heaven to bring light to my life. I love my chocolate bonbon.&rdquo; <br><br>(São Paulo, Brazil) <br>
    2017-03-23 14:00
    &ldquo;My mother was cold, harsh, and demanding. But she was the best cook ever!&rdquo;<br><br>(Santiago, Chile) <br>
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