Deus. A moca precisa de uma ambulancia."Fernandasentia uma enorme vontade de nao mais existir. Fechou os olhos e desejouprofundamente se esvair junto aquela hemorragia. Mas abriu-os novamente e,segurando gentilmente a mao daquela desconhecida, pediu-lhe que nao chamasseninguem. A mulher entao deitou seus olhos de mae naquela jovem que sangravainexplicavelmente no chao de um banheiro publico e sentiu uma compaixao maiorque si mesma. Perguntou se ela desejava ligar para alguem vir busca-la, masFernanda recusou. A calca jeans estava agora banhada em sangue, mas osangramento parecia ter diminuido."Raimunda, o que eufaco?" perguntou Maria, a mulher mais jovem da entrada."Fecha a porta e vai correndo pedir uma calcajeans pra Luana da loja de roupa. Diz que depois eu pago!"Mariaobedeceu e Fernanda ouviu quando ela saiu, trancando a porta. Munida de umatoalha surrada e sabonete, Raimunda ajudou a moca a dirigir-se a um doschuveiros, onde ela, sentada numa cadeira de plastico, deixou-se tomar umrapido e sofrido banho.Minutosdepois Fernanda estava novamente limpa e vestida. Sentada a um canto dobanheiro, ao ver aquelas duas mulheres tao bondosas limparem seu sangueespalhado pelo chao, sentiu finalmente que as lagrimas caiam sem cessar e a dorque sentia ia aquem daquela que ha pouco ameacara-lhe a vida.Obanheiro teve as portas reabertas e Fernanda despediu-se de cada uma das duasmulheres com um abraco sem forcas, prometendo voltar para pagar a ajudarecebida.Taologo ela se foi, Maria viu que a amiga chorava enquanto reajustava a estacao deradio. Raimunda entendia. Tambem ja havia feito aborto antes.ENGLISH TRANSLATIONInterruptionby Carla Silva-MuhammadAfter circulating forhours, uncertain of her own fate, Fernanda was kindly asked to vacate theotherwise empty bus, which have reached its final destination: Petropolis oldbus station. Disoriented, the young ladystruggled to stand up, fighting to compose herself while barely feeling theground. She managed to reach apayphone, but while searching her purse for a phone card, she realized therewas no one to call. Asmuch as she tried, she felt unable to formulate cohesive thoughts or todistinct her feelings. Was she a lost soul? Soul? The contemplation of the veryexistence of the soul made her tremble. A sharp pain interrupted suchunprecedented thought. Fearing waking up in ahospitals bed, she dismissed the impossible call idea in favor of a newmission: finding the restroom. She paid the young female cashier with the fewcoins she founded in her pocket and was directed to the toilette paper sectionof the public restroom, where several small pieces of pink toilette paper were pre-disposedin a certain order. She noticed that an older woman was mopping the floor whilesinging a gospel song along with the radio, which was near the sink.Randomly choosing the pieceof pink toilette paper she was entitled to, she proceeded to study the geographyof that bus station restroom. Privacy was crucial at that very moment, so itwas important for her to remain as far as possible of the entrance. But whileattempting to focus in such project, she was abruptly interrupted once again bythe pain and its inflicting doses of revenge. Fernanda had to lean on the sinkto avoid heating the floor, and such commotion drew the attention of the ladymopping the floor.Miss, you are bleeding!