The last time Joaquim saw Lula, he saw the candidate’s head on the roof of the car, bathed in a brief shower of fainting rose petals. They were made of paper, sprinkled by a group of excited black women who gathered there, waiting to see Lula pass. He too is delighted and roars next to them in a thick voice that shudders with emotion. “Strength! Strength! Let’s go! Mateee!”.
Joaquim Fernandes, Joaquim Trezze – “put two z’s to avoid bad luck, it’s better,” he says, referring to Lula’s voice number in the electronic number box – is 58 years old, from São Paulo and needs help to hold on . “It was a few years ago, I went out on the street, I saw a child coming, I didn’t care, the child arrives and says he’s coming to rob. It was dark, I didn’t care, he was a boy , I challenged and when I saw that my legs were dead, they died there”. Two shots, one at T11, the other at T12, severe spinal cord injury, spinal cord injury. And now Joaquim is a man on crutches, he walks eternally trembling.
Source: DN
