The life of Paulo Mars - Essay Example

Running Head: Illustration essay Insert His/her Paulo Mars, a petty boy in Rio De Janerio, (Brazil) often heard hisfather a broke and drunkard hurl abuses at his mother and sister. In a collapsing shanty which he called his house there lived Paulo, with tattered clothes among the dirt and the filth of the nearby dump yard. He would often go on the streets to beg and steal for hunger and the pale and sullen face of his mother drove him mad. In his mind’s eye he bred the dream of a life denied to him.

When the Mercedes Benz dashed on the roadside his eyes snore. When he was caught pick pocketing and battered by the crowd the dying cinders of angst and revolt caught fire deep within his soul. Why should everybody else have everything and he nothing? Why should only he live a life of denial and death? Why should the people who live in skyscraping towers, who wear silk and satin and eat the Manna sent by God and he go empty stomach for many days and nights. Strangely and more mysteriously the life of Creme-de-la creme (upper classes) held a charm for him a deadly charm which would enmesh his whole life, his whole existence.

When Paulo grew up the secret whisperer into his soul found a way. He sold himself to the devil by joining the drug trafficking racket. It promised him instant money, money the window to all that he dreamed, all that he desired. He struck a deal with nearby drug pedling guys who would give him the cocaine and hash which he would just have to transfer to a guy in a big white cabin in return he would get loads and loads of money. One fine morning he was supposed to pack on his body loads of cocaine and then cover up with a long jacket and over coat.

The weight of the cocaine hung on him with the guilt he bore in his heart. Every step he took towards the airport seemed heavy. He feared the eyes of the fellow travelers. It seemed to him that they could see through his guilt and shame which he wanted to hide. He waited for the security check in and had nearly evaded it when the security guard called him for the re-checking and he was found out. A drug-trafficker they screamed and yelled aloud takes him to the investigation office! A few minute past the cat was out of the bag as the officer tasted and spat he spoke aloud cocaine, take him to the police station.

There Paulo was taken and dumped into the dungeon like prison and his case was presented in the court of justice. The judge granted him eleven years of imprisonment. The long years seemed much longer for one whose sin is found and whose retribution seems far off. In the darkness finally he found light. He probed deeper into his eyes and soul and understood better the nature of good and evil and much more than that the nature of divine retribution. He wrote a letter to the Brazilian embassy to address his case in the Parisian court.

After years of delay the ambassador granted him amnesty and he was free to go his land. A free man who now having tasted the forbidden fruit and having fallen deeply knew and felt God’s benign grace and mercy in the sunlight as he drove in the cab out of the prison. Reference (Kerman)