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Capítulo 18 - 𝙾 𝙳𝚒á𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚎

O texto a seguir foi usado como prova e apresentada ao ministério em Março de 1996.

3 𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 1993

𝙷𝚘𝚓𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎ç𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛. 𝚀𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚒 𝚘 𝚂𝚛. 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚑ã 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚒𝚗í𝚌𝚒𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚞 𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊. 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊. 𝙴𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚒𝚍é𝚒𝚊. 𝚃𝚞𝚍𝚘 𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛 é 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊.

𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝚘 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘, 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘. 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚊, 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘, 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚟𝚒 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝙼𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎 𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊ç𝚊𝚘 𝚍𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚜. 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘. 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚂𝚛. 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒çã𝚘. 𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚜ó 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛ó𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜.

5 𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 1993

𝙰 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚑𝚊 𝚊 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊, 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚊. 𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚘 𝚂𝚛. 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚒ç𝚘𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚜, 𝚎𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖 𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚟á-𝚕𝚊 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚒çã𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚘.

6 𝚍𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎 1993

𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎ç𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚂𝚛. 𝚂𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚘, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚝é 𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗çõ𝚎𝚜 𝚎 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊, 𝚊𝚕é𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝á 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚊. 𝙾 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚝é 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚑𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊, 𝚎𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘 𝙼 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚊 é 𝚜í𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝é𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕ê𝚜. 𝙴𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚘, 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚒çã𝚘 𝚝ã𝚘 𝚜é𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚗ã𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚞𝚖𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚝ã𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊.