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Building My Life

Chapter 3 Happiness Slum

Word Count: 907    |    Released on: 29/08/2021

asked to stop and no one gets off the bus!) Josias wanted to stay a little longer, as he felt a

es) and disembarks. When the bus goes on its way, Josias and Everaldo see each other for the last time, the two waving t

f, trying to cheer up, "Time to g

t was the only one opened by the City Hall, as it was a street connecting Happiness Farm. The family who owned the farm sold all the land to the City Hall and mo

identity of their owners. Many of these houses were not plastered. Most of them were built very close to the sidewalk of the street, which remov

idewalk, he saw another totally naked man looking for what to wear in the wardrobe, without caring about the open window.

least in Rainbow Garden, the houses had a front yard, and no one was so exposed. How ea

ld easily dodge Josias, but he made a point of almost running him over and demanding that Josias look where he is. Cars pass down the stree

usic, but now he was not in the mood. In front of the house, a group of black teenage girls tried to reproduce the choreography. Ano

in this place?" Josias

ner. He passed through many alleys, but this passage had room for at least one car to pass. He noticed that the residents parked their cars on the sidewalk so as not t

Even more than that, in this street and the main street, most of the buildings are of several floors. In the building where Josi

so had buildings. No, he didn't want to be on the main street, with all that

wanted. Josias put his hand in his pants pocket, and he didn't even dare take out the

r was open, and from where Josias could see, the interior appeared to be the lobby, as if th

your life. You will get out of this and be successful. And I believe

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“He had to run away from home in order not to be murdered. Without a penny in his pocket and with the clothes on his back, he had to start from scratch to build his life away from his family and friends, in a rough area of the city. But , with the strength of his fists and with faith in God, his story is changing for the better. He will be able to build a decent, prosperous and successful life. But, just like in a construction site, the work along the journey will be of blood, sweat and tears.”