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In 1985, before I left Brazil to live in the United States, I journeyed with some friends to surf at Ilha Grande. One day, while we relaxed on a remote beach, a group of military men suddenly appeared looking for some escaped prisoners. They advised us to stay together.
Hours later, a helicopter flew over the sea with two fugitives trapped in a net that was hanging from its belly. Slowly, the net was lowered onto the white sand under the pointed guns of the police. Standing in front of us, those two prisoners made me acutely aware of the prison's existence. At that moment, a desire was born in me to see life within the Caldron.
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