Catch up on Season 1
Before the flames of war reignite, take a journey back to where it all began. As the Greens and the Blacks prepare for battle, refresh your memory of the alliances and betrayals that shaped the story so far.
“That’s because you’re looking with your eyes,” Enzo replied with a patient smile. “You have to look with your memory.”
Julia gasped. “It’s real.”
And somewhere, in the quiet dark behind the bamboo, the Rio dos Sonhos flowed on — known again, thanks to a boy who believed that every place deserves to be found. Meu Amigo Enzo
Enzo smiled. He understood then that being “Meu Amigo Enzo” wasn’t just about being liked. It was about being the one who remembers — the keeper of invisible rivers, the namer of unnamed bends, the boy who proves that the best maps are drawn not with ink, but with friendship. “That’s because you’re looking with your eyes,” Enzo
In a quiet corner of a Brazilian town, where the cobblestones were worn smooth by time and the scent of coffee lingered in the afternoon air, lived a boy named Enzo. But he was not just any boy. To his friends, he was “Meu Amigo Enzo” — a title that carried more weight than any nickname. It meant my friend Enzo , the one who saw the world differently. Enzo smiled
That night, at dinner, Enzo’s mother asked why he was so happy. He unfolded his map and placed it on the table. “I found Rio dos Sonhos, Mamãe. And I named a bend after Julia.”
