Episode 1

You know when you grow up, graduate from high school, go to college and do what you always wanted to do? Well, that's me. Hi, my name is Benjamin, I'm 23 years old, I have a degree in business administration, I'm Brazilian, born and raised in Rio de Janeiro, and I live in the Rocinha community. Yes, I live in a favela, but not for much longer. My dream is to go to Canada. I've always seen online that it's a beautiful place, and my dream ever since has been to live there. Well, I'm single, never been with anyone. I'm gay, but nobody here in the favela knows that. The only person who knows is my mom. Well, she knew because she passed away two days ago. Yes, I'm alone in the world. When my dad found out my mom was pregnant, he disappeared. You know that famous phrase, "He went to buy cigarettes and never came back"? Well, that's what happened. And since then, my mom always fought to take care of me and did what she could to pay for my college. And I promise to make the woman who always supported me in everything proud.

Well, I'm here with a buyer for the house my mother had here in the favela. Yes, the house was beautiful, two floors, three bedrooms, two of them suites. "But wait, how is that possible? Your mother had nothing to her name." It's true, she didn't. But what nobody knows is that my "daddy" left her money to have an abortion, and it was a lot of money. So, since she wasn't going to have an abortion, she preferred to buy a house for us, and she wanted a big house to give me the best comfort a child could have. She bought the house and still had some money left over to support me. But as the months went by, the money was running out. So, my mom decided to open a bakery for her here in the community. My mother was a cook and baker extraordinaire, she knew how to do everything. And with this small business, she was able to support me and pay for my college. But unfortunately, God wanted his angel back in heaven, and so He took her back. She was in the terminal stage of breast cancer. When she told me, there was nothing more I could do. She hid it from me for a long time. Then she told me when there was nothing more that could be done. She worked until she couldn't anymore. And since I have no one left, I decided to leave here. This house will bring back memories of her. Yes, I want to remember her always, but I want to remember her well and healthy. Here in this house, I'm going to keep remembering her suffering, and I don't want that.

So, in order not to keep remembering her and feeling sad about the way she died, I prefer to sell the house and the bakery and leave Brazil. And yes, to be able to buy a little house in Canada for myself, a house with just one bedroom, an American kitchen, and a bathroom. I was happy about this but sad at the same time. Sad to leave my house where I grew up and lived happily for 23 years. And now I'm here selling my house to a total stranger. But it will be better this way. I'm already 23 years old and I've never found someone to love and be loved by. I want to be happy, I want to find the man of my life, I want to be loved, I want to be happy. And I have a good feeling about Canada. Will it be the place where I will find someone to love me? Will it be the place where I will be happy? Will it be the place where I will give my purity to the love of my life? Will it be a place to love?

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