One morning, Warlla, the "chic beggar," appeared at Quitéria's snack bar in Pátio Verona. Unlike her usual antics, which she enjoys disrupting, she only ordered a coffee and a cigarette, paying with the change she had.
At one point, Quitéria said:
"Warlla, may I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"Most of the people who live on the streets here in Lagoa da Italianinha don't have family. But you do have family, even living in Caruaru. You yourself lived with them here until 2022, and I can't understand why you don't look for them. Living on the street is very bad."
"I simply don't look for them because they hate me. But it's reciprocal. I hate them too."
"Don't say that, Warlla. Your parents and your siblings..."
"I don't want to know about them. They abandoned me when I became a beggar, so I have no interest whatsoever in being with them." I'd rather spend the rest of my life sleeping on the street than be with those people.
- Warlla, you're very... different. You dress like a lady, the other beggars don't like you, and you still carry an air of superiority. While you live this life, you have a way of being incompatible with the life you lead. A life that, even though you could leave it, you don't want to leave.
- Yeah... I lost everything, but not my poise. And I want to stay that way.
Quitéria said:
- You know what I think? You're very strange, you need psychiatric treatment.
Warlla laughed and said:
- Think what you want, nosy one. Now, excuse me.
Warlla left, and Quitéria said:
- This one is really problematic... hated by her family, by the rich, by the poor, by the beggars...
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