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Someone would come to my house and tell me I'm lucky because there is meat on my fridge and bread on my table and I would still tell them to fuck themselves, cause even when I haven´t miss a meal yet I have lost every notion of life I knew before this crisis hitted the country. I have lost friends to boarders, I have lost family members to negligence and I will continue losing. Sommeone would judge me from outside and tell me "it could be worst" but I have no permission to dream or expect anymore, when you just lost your entire identity you don´t even feel confortable saying it in you own language, you know there is no way back, you know there is no place for you where you stand.