From one of the poorest little towns in one of the poorest states in one of the poorest countries on earth, a place where the future is rarely worth dreaming about, Amanda Nunes wasn’t shy about sharing hers.
“One day I am going to leave here,” she’d tell anyone who would listen and plenty that wouldn’t. “I am going to visit the USA and I am going to live there.”
Such a thing required the longest of odds. Pojuca, Brazil, tucked into the farmlands of the country’s northeast, is home, too often, to poverty, inequality, hunger, drugs, crime, kidnappings, abuse, illiteracy, child labor and general misery.