ABSTRACT
My grandmother was a combative woman and fully conscious of her reality as an Indigenous woman. In spite of suffering discrimination wherever she went, for being a woman, northern and Indigenous, she conducted her life with dignity When she arrived in Rio de Janeiro (already with three children), she found a house in the immigrants’ zone near to the prostitutes’ part of town. Abandoned by her husband (an insensitive and violent person), she had to suffer the worst humiliations, both moral and physical. With a lot of hard work, she raised her children (three girls and one boy). Unfortunately, while still very young, my mother married a hawker, a very violent man who had relationships with several women. I was born into this marriage, and lived under these conditions until the age of 6, when he was run over by a moving tram.
