Not long after I landed in Brazil three years ago, an acquaintance took me to a safe house in one of Rio de Janeiro’s hillside favelas. A wanted man was in hiding. His crime, he argued, was being a preto favelado — a black man from the slums. He finally turned himself in amid fears he was going to be shot down by the police. Over the years, I lost track of his case.
三年前，在我抵達巴西后不久，一個熟人帶我去了一個安全屋，它位于里約熱內盧山坡上的一個貧民窟。一名通緝犯藏在那里。他辯解說，他的罪行是他是一個來自貧民窟的黑人。擔心會被警察擊斃的他，最終選擇了自首。多年來，我不知道他的案子如何收尾。
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