Giulia

Bernardo was there, along with the others, struggling to contain the fire. His face exhibited a mixture of sadness and anger as he struggled to protect the plantation that meant so much to his family. He looked at me, worried, when he saw me there, with his leg hurt.

“Giulia, you need to get out of here. It's dangerous! "He said, urgently.

But I couldn't just stand still and watch. Despite the pain and difficulties, I felt I needed to help in some way.

"I can't stand still. I need to do something to help. "I replied, determined.

With the support of others, I managed to get closer to the burning area. I took a bucket of water and started throwing it over the nearest flames, even with the throbbing pain in my leg. Every step was an effort, but I refused to give up.

Bernardo stood by my side, making sure that I didn't get too close to the fire, but he couldn't hide his sadness in the face of the destruction that was happening there.

"I don't understand how anyone could do that. Coffee is