Nossa história nos porões da ditadura

NA MINHA MENINICE, nunca achei que meu pai fosse super-herói. Mas eu sabia que ele era um homem forte.

Diziam que, nos anos de chumbo, tinha apanhado tanto que, certa vez, os algozes do regime militar lhe haviam quebrado um cacetete no peito.

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My family history in Brazil’s dictatorship jails

GROWING UP, I never saw my father as a superhero. But I knew he was a strong man.

Word had it that he had been beaten so aggressively by the military regime that his aggressors once broke a baton on his body.

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