Star CILENE REGINA VIEIRA DA CRUZ





A Saturday marked by fear, fear of death, shot fear, fear of losing the opportunity to do work that was planned. A dream to be exercised in the classroom, talk the importance of developing the look for community communication, popular communication.



In the penultimate Saturday had canceled the workshop of community communication and Portuguese because of the shooting.



These classes take place on Saturdays. I woke up early and stood in the door of the court of Samba Youth United waiting for the teacher who would give the Portuguese class, it is the City of God and could not get lost, I was very confident and happy because this workshop is primarily intended for young people to to better writing and college entrance was also looking forward to finally being performing one made by us, a communication workshop, talk to our our way, this was the desire of Cilene.



saw pass a fleet of cars of Police and was attentive, then several shots were fired, seemed to echo from different parts, hard to tell where they came from, but the sound was very close. I ran and protected me on the court I and several people who were on the street.



I did the first procedure of this look that you need to develop, watched the movement, heard the sound, and I went into action, calling all, use the power of technology to protect us. Zapp sent to the teacher asking her to come back from where he and the students do not leave the house.



The phone vibrates, is Cilene. Valeria to where you are?



Cilene Hi, I'm in the court of Samba School, do not worry.



I waited the cease fire, and already work canceled without apparent risk, went to the house of Cilene she had gone to the place where we were going to do the workshops.



I went to the site and get the meeting trying to stick the key in the lock with his legs caught by a severe cramp, sweating profusely and unable to speak. I opened the door, dragged her into the institution, closed the door, picked up a glass of water, called the sister to bring a car, did massage, Reiki, I tried to calm her down and left to UPA CDD, Emergency Unit of God's city.





We were there, I Dayse, his sister, until it is served and be released home, were more or less at 12:30 o'clock in the morning. We crossed a street, and even in the square to cross another street and go home she saw the police car fleet and has to catch and pass very badly, did not fall for having supported on a high rock, there being removed and helped for us and for people who were in the square, we turn to another UPA hospital this time in Barra da Tijuca, he was met there and returned home, we left there around 17:00.



It was the last time I saw my friend alive and could still hold her.



On Sunday we turn to one another we had a moment she said it was wrong and I advised her to go back to the UPA, she was reluctant, but then said he would go to the doctor. Later spent zapp me reassuringly saying he was better.



At dawn he worsened and this died.



So Cilene is a star, black woman, born and raised in the slums, fiber woman, mother and father of her son Humberto, a sister concerned with the whole family, actress, along with her mother, sisters, and friends founded more than 35 years the theater group Root of Liberty. This group was directed plays with themes for reflection on prejudice, social inequality issues, health among others and made the show especially in the City of God.



Cilene was one of the first to participate in the Vestibular project for black and poor, going to the University, Catholic University and majoring in Social Work, was one of the founders of the Community Portal of City of God and our newspaper CDD The News On VIVE who was a community born leader, participating in the Culture House of the Fair God City of Literary peripheries / FLUPP this year will be his first poem published in a book and comic.



She was very special, but more special was still in my life. We spent many special moments in these years of friendship, we went to many slums declaim poetry, participate in forums, we develop projects, we dream of the development community and our. We are fighting for autonomy in the actions, we won awards for our newspaper, she was very proud of her and our achievements as a communication group.



She enfartou by fear of violence, it kills us all the time. A person who fights, studying, seeks to improve to improve and enhance where he lives is sensitive to a crash, a cry for help, an opportunity that is canceled.



She worked until his last moment to the City of God turn into a chain where violence and risk are on duty almost daily, leaving the hostage citizen of fear.



My dear friend is gone, gone never to return, but left a lesson until the time of his burial as love of neighbor is important, how much know what you want is key. Words were spoken by dozens of friends who participated in his farewell: Cilene lives, Cilene was careful to health, Cilene liked music, tetro, people, studying, the newspaper, the family of his son, to live. Cilene lives. Cilene was a woman working with love for a fairer world and peace. A better world.



Cilene is the brightest star in the sky of a very dark night and cloudless. Will have a thousand stars in your company, but observe that brighter is her. My friend loved Cilene Regina Vieira da Cruz.



Making community communication in the favela is very painful, but essential.








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