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'll be leaving for Goiânia and the only thought about Lorenzo that can fill my head is anger. The Sileo Consulting and Restructuring website shows the full potential of its team of co

rom the factory, and the machinery is working at full steam to process and package thousands o

eriod, because in addition to being able to spend almost two months on the farm, we had our traditional Italian-style Festa Junina. Residents from nearby farms were invited, and there was always someone who would make a bull on the spit. Plates piled high with sweet corn, cornmeal and popcorn shared space with slices of pizza, bowls of spaghetti and a huge pile of cannolis. We spent the night sitting around the fire pit set up in the courtyard, whose flames were as high as the main house. We

le together, but it was a lot of work and the event lost some of its charm since my grandfather passed away. Alanna was very lucky to have been able to attend that party with us. Goiânia Airport appears a few meters ahead. According to my cousin, the flight from São Paulo is scheduled to arrive at eight thirty in the morning. I glance at the clock on the car's dashboard and confirm that

imes until I get it right and a timeline full of memes appears on the screen. I ignore everything, including my profile picture, which I haven't changed in about five years, and type Alanna Medeiros' name into the search bar. Her account is just as poorly updated as mine, but her profile picture is enough to recognize her the moment she appears before me. With her arms crossed and looki

y me and an anxious-looking boy are left. "That was the flight from São Paulo, wasn't it?" he asks. I nod. A slight tremor runs through his body and he looks back at the arrivals gate. "Then my girlfriend should have arrived by now!" The boy starts to shift his weight fr

ther, and another, and when it hits nine-thirty I huff and call Monalisa. The cell phone rings about five times before I get answered. "What time does the consultant arrive?" I ask. "She's already here, Lorenzo. We've been talking here at the factory for over an hour." "What do you mean sh

milar to mine. It takes me almost forty minutes to get to the factory. After turning onto the street that leads to it, it doesn't take long for the neutral aroma of the air to be replaced by the sweet smell of cooked tomatoes. I say good morning to the security guards at the entrance and the gate opens, the factory embracing me as I arrive. It is made up of two long, i