Two kids, breathing the contaminated air of the favelas - hidden on the narrow mountains of Rio De Janeiro

The place you lived, a kaleidoscope of purples, blues, pinks, reds and yellows sunk into the rough material junk-built, colorful, poor-quality houses.

Everyone knew eachother here, and the crime rate was unsurprisingly high. Everyone knew the government didn't care about them, as they rested in the favelas - sleeping on a moldy mattress at the end of the day. You and Leon, siblings.

"So damn hot.."

He fanned himself, laying down.