Adriana Tanese Nogueira
The previous day, her mother had gave her the address of her lawyer, assuring her he should be in his office in the mornings. Rachel preferred not to call, for the telephone stopped being a safe tool of communication once her brother had fallen into the DOPS persecution. Dona Lourdes agreed and they both relied on Mr. Jaime Leonel’s consistent routine. Thus, as the first thing in the morning, Rachel left her house climbing up the back window as the front door was under the DOPS agents undesired vigilance.
As expected, Mr. Leonel promptly saw Rachel. As she entered the room, she spotted him among his papers and journals, while taking his glasses off and greeting her, cordially. Relieved to be there, Rachel sat on one of the chairs in front of him and earnestly told him her story. She started off introducing something about her political position, to check the lawyer’s reaction. But he nodded, actively listening to her. Encouraged, she continued, getting deeper into her story. Finally, she arrived to the alarming part: being stalked by the DOPS. After having recounted the event of the previous day, she stopped and anxiously waiting for his reply.
Mr. Leonal remained silent. He turned to the open window and stayed in that position for a while, as if deep in his thoughts. Then, turning back to Rachel, he said, “You have to give yourself in to the DOPS.”
Rachel froze.
“Be calm, Rachel,” he continued in a soft voice. “Let’s think together. You, yourself, didn’t do anything, right? So, what would a honest citizen do in your situation? Understand?”
She nodded.
“You, therefore, present yourself in their office, and tell them that you have learned that they are looking for you.” He studied Rachel’s face and not seeing any reaction, he continued, “If you keep hiding you’ll incite their ferociousness. Breathe deeply and go there. You are not involved in your brother’s political activities, are you?”
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