Suicidal Society

By Marcelo Lino

Do you really know yourself? Do you know where you can and you can imagine what you expect in the next second? Do you really know who the people around you are? Think about it ... ' My name was Captain Alvarenga.EX -Combating and former Commander of the first Military Brigade of Rio Grande do Sul. Today, I don't know who I am anymore ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bibliomundi
• Release date: Mar 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9781526072009

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Prologue

I feel my bones ache, it must be an age thing. Or maybe, punishment from heaven.

Today, more mature, I recognize that I have made many families suffer.

I committed many atrocities while I was Commander of the First Military Brigade of Rio Grande do Sul. Perhaps, it was the result of the purest and absolute loneliness. Missing my relatives, who all stayed in Rio de Janeiro, where I'm from, brought me painful suffering. And, that made me feel a huge need for revenge, in a way. Killing the loved ones of these strains, I felt rewarded. Today, in retirement, I spend the last days of my life with a single distraction: The internet...

My name is Captain Alvarenga, ex-combatant and ex-Commander of the First Military Brigade of Rio Grande do Sul. I am 76 years old, widowed and childless.

I lived isolated and without strength, until I met a wonderful person, who ended up changing my life in a drastic, dramatic and definitive way...

Kamille, made me regain the will to live and recognize myself as a man in my final moments.

Everything was going perfectly, until one day I met her in person and discovered the whole truth about her...

Start...

It's seven o'clock in the morning, Monday. As I do, daily, I sit in my comfortable chair. With a cup of tea, I access my email.

Thanks to the course for seniors, today I have a good command of some of the new and demanding technologies on the market. There is nothing important. I read some news and enter the chat room that

it had been my company for some time. The theme was regional. As I was already, physically, missing my Rio de Janeiro, from time to time I visited the chat directed to the Rio Grandense do Sul people.

I didn't imagine that I would go back to living all the hell of my life, precisely, through this beautiful and remarkable state.

I don't know if out of late kindness or a weight of conscience, I started to allocate part of my rich retirement to institutions that provided some kind of assistance.

Pure irony of fate, perhaps...

As I usually did, I started talking to people with whom I already had a certain bond of friendship. Most were retired like me, between men and women, widowers and widowers, divorced and divorced. Some had even had the opportunity to meet in person. Both with my trips to the south of the country, although rare at this time, and with their coming to the wonderful city. Although, I have never revealed my true identity to anyone.

Here, they were always in places far from my residence. Only, they knew about me what I wanted them to know. Being suspicious was part of my essence.

The chat was animated, as usual, in the online conversation. There was our corner. Almost no one who was there used other internet tools, such as Social Networks, Instant Messaging Services, Blogs, etc. Through the chat, I understand, we felt freer, without commitment to updates or the like.

Since I discovered the internet chat room, I have never had the feeling of being isolated from the rest of the world.

As most of the people who entered there knew each other, whenever someone with a different nickname appeared, it was

immediately noticed. Particularly mine was Lone Wolf. Name of war on the battlefields.

Coincidentally, it was also my current life situation. Just on that first working day of the week, for the people who were still working, my life began to take a turn I could never have imagined.

A person, who called herself Kamille, came to talk to me.

I tried to be as pleasant as possible and I didn't shy away from paying attention to him.

She was a young doctor from Rio Grande do Sul, 35 years old, friendly, a doctor and recently separated, according to her preliminary information. Instantly, I fell in love with her manner. It was pure, sincere, and charming.

The years on the battlefields made me have a special perception to detect the main characteristics of people, whether they are positive or not.

Of course, even I, at 76 years old and with a long life trajectory, too, could commit some slips or deviations.

Even though, my strong personality prevented me from recognizing, or even accepting, my mistakes and flaws. Conversations with that woman became more and more frequent and, after many years,