"For the first time in my life, it was not I, the privileged one, who received privileges."

Dear Lula,

I am writing very little because I wanted to write quickly, but I plan to write many more times (to the CEP 70950-000, I hope).

I grew up in a rich family in the South Zone of Rio de Janeiro. I attended private schools, and studied film at PUC-Rio and at the University of Paris.

On the surface, I do not fit the classic profile of a person who directly benefited from the public policies implemented by the PT. For the first time in my life, it was not I, the privileged one, who received privileges. It was not me, the well-born white person, who gained a voice, benefits, and protagonism.

Even so, my life got better. Life gets better when your nanny's daughter gets a law degree. It's better when you see that she—who seemed doomed to a reality so unjustly distant from mine—had a child in the same maternity ward where my son was born.

Life gets a lot better when I visit my elitist college and see that it is much more colorful.

That the airport has become a democratic space. That this country's best cinema is today produced in Ceilândia, Contagem, and the Bahian Recôncavo.

Life gets much better when women and black people start to believe in themselves. When a nation gains the tools to really consider if it wants to follow what our evil elite always insisted was our destiny.

Today, millions thank you for giving them access to food, dignity, dreams, and accomplishments.

I jsut thank you for improving a life that was already pretty great.

Thank you forever, Lula. I love you. I'm with you.

A big kiss,

Rio de Janeiro, 08/04/2018

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