Dino's opera is sung in the immigration waiting room

At first, it seems like a dream. At least, Dino D'Santiago is convinced of it. The musician is at the airport, waiting for another flight that will take his music across borders, and Adilson intrudes on his drowsiness as he waits to board. Adilson, the childhood friend who was his first brother, with whom he shared his days, clothes, and meals, whose stall in the Bairro de Pescadores neighborhood of Quarteira was across from his. Adilson, a dancer and choreographer whom Dino had lost track of as their destinies—which once seemed one—became untangled and drifted apart. In the dream, the police were eating Adilson's documents, and he asked Dino for help. And the musician, startled by the feeling that he had failed his friend, calls his brother Elísio. As he tells him the dream, he realizes that it is, after all, the story of a nightmare too attached to reality.
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