The second time I met Claudia Cadelo we were holding up -- each of us by one corner -- a piece of sheet with the name "Gorki". It was at the concert at the Anti-Imperialist Bandstand, where we chanted for the liberation of the singer from the band Porno Para Ricardo. Our shouts were heard briefly and then cut short thanks to the beatings they gave us and the enormous loudspeakers broadcasting the...]]>