Among the many spectators, I see two nuns who live in the village. They attentively watch a play. On the stage, a prisoner acts the part of an inmate who does not find hope in life. Dramatically, he rolls on the floor, pulls his hair and screams that he hates life, the others, and himself. After a pause, he kneels and stares at the audience. "Nobody loves me!", he laments and falls to the floor weeping. At that moment, two inmates walk on playing guitars and singing songs that praise God. With their messages, they convince the man that, in this world, there are people who love him, and, that by believing in God, he will never be alone.

The lively samba group returns to the stage, as they do after each of the presentations. One musician gives his message; "Samba is synonymous with happiness!"

I walk over to the barbecue pit, where people are gathered together to grab a skewer of meat. I get one for myself and I go to eat it in a corner, by the side of two inmates. One of them tells the other about his sadness. He says that he is hurt because he does not know why his loved one did not come to the party. As he is speaking, he seems to find a justification. He believes that it is because of the influence of her mother who always interferes in their relationship, trying to finish it. The other man, who listened in silence, now gives his advice. He describes a plan which, in the same circumstances, worked for another friend. "You steal a car, that is not difficult to do, and after that you wait for the mother of your lovely one by the exit of her job. Choose a place where nobody can recognize you or suspect anything. When she appears and is crossing the street, you accelerate deeply, as fully as possible. You get her right, but it has to be very right, so like this she doesn't feel any pain. From there on, you will see, your lovely one will be always by your side."

As more time passes, the more lively the party becomes. It is close to one o'clock in the morning and there is still a lot yet to happen. Only now do I understand why Paulinho invited me to spend the night here. With the exception of a few children and the elders, nobody is thinking about sleeping.

After one of the performances of the samba group, three musicians approach a leader of the C.V. who is by my side. "When is the leadership going to let out the cachaça, we're waiting for some strong drink here?", asks one of them impatiently. "How many times do I have to tell you. Keep cool. Pretty soon...", the man by my side answers irritated. The strongest of the trio then challenges the representative of the organization, saying that he is not happy with the situation. The atmosphere becomes tense. They do not look directly to each other, but, with their faces near, they send menacing looks. "Like this things can get complicated for you.", warns the leader. "I don't see why. I feel I have been deceived and, like this, we are not going to play anymore.", he answers fearlessly. I notice that there had been an informal commitment between them.

One hour later, the cachaça starts to circulate in the hands of the most privileged ones. Made of distilled rice in a pressure cooker, the cachaça is transformed, with limes and sugar, into a delicious caipirinha drink. I experiment.

I ask Paulinho about Chiquito, who I have not yet seen. "You know... he is at the third floor receiving, very privately, some important visitors." Half an hour later, Chiquito appears for the first time at the patio. He is very agitated. He is dressed in a light shirt and new shorts. Soon after that he disappears.