The heavy rain hit the iron roofs of the slums in northern Rio de Janeiro like broken beads, making a crackling sound, as if it was about to overturn the fragile house. Sixteen-year-old Leo huddled in the corner of the room, holding an old laptop wrapped with tape in his arms - this was a "treasure" he bought with the fifty reais he saved after spending half a month at the scrapyard last year. The WiFi signal bar in the lower right corner of the screen was intermittent. He stared at the "Reconnecting" loading interface on the screen, tapping his fingers lightly on the worn keyboard, as if comforting an old friend who might go on strike at any time.
