i imagine myself in italy, leading my platoon of favelados. our mission is to get italian citizenship. we keep asking for citizenship but they keep denying it. i fill out the forms but i run out of ink so i draw my knife and begin signing with my blood, since italian bureaucracy is way more complex than i should be, i run out of blood. then i get dizzy, but i didnt fall, i kept signining. then dizzy again and again. i was beginning to die from blood loss. i lie down, facing up to sky and i see sopa de macaco (uma delicia) smiling at me, i smile back then i woke up, in italy. italians mistake me for a monkey and give me sugary treats. i finally made it, i finally made it into italy...   kys muttangutan
Italy