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Diário da Resistência
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Ongoing, First published Jul 19, 2017
Nova Tla Hagar, Iaym al-Gom'a, Rytmatann, 9º, AM 1500
(ou, como chamávamos: Rio de Janeiro, Sexta-feira, Julho, 30, 2077 d.C.)

Hoje, neste diário da resistência, é com satisfação que registro a vitória de Luizinho Jaburu no bem-sucedido ataque ao depósito de comida. Há 9 dias não podemos comer ou beber, inclusive água, durante o dia devido a imposição Oslábica. A nossa já escassa ração só estava sendo entregue ao pôr do sol.
Para comemorarmos, abrimos também a penúltima cerveja contrabandeada do último ano. Embora quente, o sabor do álcool me enche de alegria ao escrever essas palavras.
Luizinho Jaburu, líder da resistência da Favela do Bacon, zona Leste do nosso bucólico Rio de Janeiro, e sua gangue, depois da dizimação dos militares na tomada do poder, eram uns dos poucos ainda armados. Por meio da sua obstinação, a Favela do Bacon ainda é considerada um refúgio aos que buscam relembrar os velhos tempos.

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