Meu Amigo Enzo -

They walked for an hour. Then two. Julia started to doubt. But Enzo was unfazed. He pointed to a cluster of old bamboo. “My grandfather said the river’s mouth was guarded by bamboos that bend east. Look — they all bend east.”

Enzo knelt and dipped his fingers in the water. “It was always here. People just stopped listening.” Meu Amigo Enzo

One Saturday, Enzo invited his best friend, Julia, on an expedition. “We’re going to find the Rio dos Sonhos,” he said, unrolling a parchment-like paper from his backpack. “The River of Dreams. My grandfather told me about it before he passed. It’s not on any official map.” They walked for an hour