Bill Braga

V – Fragments of Lucidness

I woke up. This time I knew very well where I was… inside that clinic… As much as they tried the meds couldn’t get the better of me, I was…

IV – Before the Next Injection

I left Rio and was arriving in Juiz de Fora, another delightful city that had won me over. Our history, mine and that city, was recent but intense nonetheless. This…

III – Whole Heart, Confused Mind

On my return to Rio, I rode a ferryboat and then the subway to reach Botafogo.  It’s interesting how past and modernity coexist together. Rio is the city of antithesis,…

II – The Meanders of Remembrance

By the time I was 23 I had already graduated in history the year before and was working on my master’s degree. It was exactly this master’s degree that led…

I – Disjointed Memories

I woke up not knowing where I was. In fact, I realized that I had not been conscious of myself for some time. Some fleeting, disconnected memories, nothing to help…

Maha Leela