Perdemos o Warren

I met Warren in my first day in Israel. It was impressive how much he looked like my older brother that I left in Brazil. Warren used to tell everybody that the first time he saw me I ran towards him screaming my brother's name and hugged him. From that moment on, we became best friends with all that comes with that: good moments and not so good ones. But it was his smile that I kept in my photo albums and in my memory.