The Missile

           Yellow and Green were skateboarding in the Maracanã neighborhood. They were neighbors between neighborhoods within a small town. In the midst of those neighborhoods around the Maracanã landmark, young people naturally found themselves wanting to practice sports, from soccer to bicycles, and many of them skated. These are among those that skateboarding has entered the bloodstream, or why not label it with the words that come from the shadows ``legendary skaters``. And in this skate ride they went to a futsal court that the morning schedule used to be empty. The two enter the court, throw their skateboards on the ground, do some paddling and play until Green realizes he has a strange object in a corner of the court:
            - I arrived, what is this? What a strange piece of junk.
           Yellow approaches curiously and answers in simple:
           - I don't know that... Move the object! 

            The two watch for a few more minutes and question if what they see is true, they don't really believe it. It could be a bomb or something like that. It was then that the two agreed at the same time ``it's a missile``, with an expression of surprise and calm. They didn't give it the real and necessary relevance and then went back to skateboarding.
           The missile was left aside at first, then a few minutes later Yellow, taken by a comical idea, went to it, took it without any fear and took the rows to the center of the court. He took a short distance, turned around and walked in front of the explosive, jumped over. That's when Green, who at first disapproved of the idea, in the second, possessed by a competitive spirit, started to paddle towards the Missile and also gave an Ollie. That day would have been an ordinary solo session, when you train turns because there are no obstacles, but no. Now there was an obstacle and it was a session with Flips, Nollie, and maneuvers over Missile. Fact is that skateboarding is a sport full of mistakes and so several skateboards were given on the missile that did not explode. After all, a sense of normalcy is often part of the human experience, and so the missile was looking more and more friendly than anything else. Besides, the idea of ​​being dangerous not only to the two of them, but also to the neighborhood, conditioned an air that made everything funnier. At the end of the day Yellow asks:
            - Who will take the Missile? - Attached and without waiting for an answer - Let me take it home.

             That missile was a contrast on a futsal court in a familiar neighborhood. Could it have fallen out of a plane and not exploded? Or could it be the fruit of war smuggling?
            The city of Foz do Iguaçu is a point in Brazil that borders Paraguay and Argentina. The border line between the three countries is a river that cuts through these lands, called the Paraná River. This river rises close to Brasília and when it arrives here it divides in two continuing Rio Paraná and goes to one side like Rio Iguaçu, this bifurcation point of Rio is the final bank of Brazil and also the point between the three countries. The Iguaçu River that follows, flows into the tourist Iguaçu Falls that categorize the city of Foz do Iguaçu as a tourist city.
            Fact is that the division of Brazil and Paraguay made by a river is connected by a bridge that is called Ponte da Amizade. I know that Paraguay's tax policy is very different and import rates are actually lower, so it is very common for any trader to open a company within Paraguay and make imports with very low taxes. Therefore, every product imported by Paraguay is much cheaper, and as it borders Brazil, the merchant buys in Paraguay and crosses the bridge bringing it to Brazil. (To give you an idea of ​​the difference in prices due to tax rates, take the price of a supermarket electronics and compare here https://www.comprasparaguai.com.br/ - interpret it as wholesale and make x1000 and then put it in the Brazilian price). This free trade generates some factors: Paraguay's first city on the border is a commercial city. People from the region often cross the bridge and keep the flow intense, working between countries. The inspection does not handle the intense flow of traders and tourists, there are thousands of people a day.
          The inspection being limited, some small crimes naturally pass through the bridge, in this sense it is possible to assume that for some reason and at some point missiles could have passed. From where we could imagine the origin of a missile, after all there was one on that block.

          The other day, pair by pair, there was a crowd at Yellow's house. They arrived with hookah and skateboard asking about that much talked about object, and then Yellow says:
          - If you call the Missile, it's still here - He searched and came back saying - We became best friends, very intimate, we even had a sleepover night, we had some skating sessions and everything.
          In the backyard of the house they took some beach chairs and sat in a circle, lit the hookah and stayed talking. That's when Green brought a serious question to the surface:
          - Does it not explode for nothing or could it explode depending on the circumstances?
          With innocence potentially self-destructive, when the wrong decision comes with love, taken by appreciation Yellow responds:
          - I don't think it explodes, no. Because after all-she remembered every single moment lived-and it didn't explode. There was skateboarding that hit like this, it was supposed to have exploded already, and nothing.
          They continued around carbureting the hookah with the missile and talking about life, talking about skateboarding.
          After an hour they got up one by one ready to skate. They decided to go to the court to do that solo session and took the missile. There they positioned the object in the center of the court and were jumping with turning maneuvers. That afternoon there were no worries, there were no certainties, there were no doubts, there was just endless blue sky and skateboarding. There were five of them and they spent the whole day walking, Sore even took a spray from his backpack and graffitied the wall of the court with a drawing something like this:

          They continued having fun until Blue, taken by a genius idea that generated an irresistible unfolding of sequential events, called everyone and suggested the following:
          - Let's call the police and say we just found it. They will take it seriously and will come, when they arrive they will see that the thing is really serious. We scare the cops with a bomb that size and still get rid of the stuff.
          Among them the idea sounded good. Inside, everyone knew that playing with Ollies over the explosive was wrong. There was a carefree amorousness while deep inside a spark of nobility knew what it was about, the acid consequences that didn't appear, and what they should do too.
          They called the police who took the peculiar call seriously. They asked for the address and said they would send a car.
          About fifteen minutes later the car arrives in singles with two policemen. Stops and opens the passenger door, a policeman gets out asking for the call and listens to the kids:
          - There's a missile over there in the corner of the court.
          The official enters the court and approaches the corner until he recognizes that it was really true. He comes back and asks some questions: what is the origin? how long has it been since they found it?
          A few minutes passed in silence, magnetized by a tension in the air. The two policemen talked and returned to the youths asking them to keep their distance from the court and that they would take the appropriate measures. And inside the car they passed the radio to the boss who asked for a few minutes, then he returns saying:
          - We'll send a bomb squad to the scene.

          There is no bomb squad in small towns, after all there is no need for it. Although situations where people encounter large explosives, such as a missile on a futsal court, require a team prepared to disarm and remove them. Then the Foz do Iguaçu Police called the Curitiba Police who had a Bomb Squad, and at a distance close to 700km they answered the call. In the beginning of a Wednesday afternoon, a vehicle with a tactical team left Curitiba towards Foz with the objective of collecting the missile safely. From then on it took a long time and took all day. As time passed, a vehicle appeared, and another, and another, until there were countless vehicles, a frame with the skaters watching that warlike contrast on the court.

          The vehicle arrived from Curitiba on one of those nights when the sun is still in the sky, 19:00hrs and day. The perimeter was completely isolated and they went into action with all the correct and professional procedure, sealed the missile - and there's a moment that brings a hopeful fear and one imagines that everything goes up in the air - and sequentially collected it in an appropriate way. All calm and no fuss, this squad from Curitiba spoke to the city's police and they left. And so everyone left and life went on.

          And Yellow says to this day:
          - The panic was general. My mother curses me to this day because I took that missile home. I was really lucky that business never exploded.