Science. Hope. Pandemic.
The first batches for childhood vaccination arrive.
In Brasília, the meeting was tense.
-Are they going to distribute this crap?
-You are at the airport for now, General.
-And we don’t even send them at airports anymore?
– Well, general… you know how it is.
General Perácio slapped the jacaranda table.
-No. I don’t know how it is.
The high official’s convictions were firm.
–Child vaccine… it can only be a communist’s idea.
The granite hand exploded again onto the varnished top.
-We are in favor of freedom, damn it.
The Guarany advisor followed the explanations.
–The person has to be able to choose whether to vaccinate or not.
-And if it’s on the arm or the butt, right, general.
-Shut up, asshole.
The twilight lights penetrated through the window of the palace.
-Our children will not be able to decide.
-Do you want me to talk to the Air Force, General?
Peracio took a deep breath.
–This is a child rights case. Where’s the minister?
Guarany tapped on his cell phone.
–They said she is confined… got Covid.
– Confinement a roe. Because of a flu?
–She receives food sitting on top of a guava branch.
Peracio was outraged.
–Call the Environment staff. And he orders the sawing off of that tree.
Vaccines arrive by plane.
But stupidity sometimes reacts with the speed of a jet.
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