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Rio de Janeiro
Wonderful Town
Blessed by God
But until then
Terrified by traffickers
I'ma photographer and I am also in genetics, a Norwegian Gem
I love Rio!
Land of Christ Redeemer and Sugar Loaf
But also the setting of the movie box office record of national cinema: Elite Squad

And on November 25, 2010, the reality surpassed the Art ...

In Vila Cruzeiro BOPE supported by the PM, the Civil Police, the Navy, and Army, entered the den of drug dealers in cars equipped with tracked armored, able to bridge the gaps in absurdities they put bums on the streets of the community.

I was watching TV and could not contain myself. my blood pulsed and just thought: - I have to go there ... I have to document this historic moment in our country

In October 2009, when the marginal shot down a police helicopter, I was there on the Apes Hill document in 360 pictures . And this time I wanted to go again. I could not just sit around watching TV.
Unfortunately it took a lot to get a vehicle to take me and so I arrived late, missed the opportunity to "get" with the tanks and other professional photographers who were there. Among these is a good friend to me, Felipe Dana, today's official photographer in Brazil AP was there too.

These 360-degree panoramas below show some tense moments this day, in which each police waited for their turn to enter the conflict area.

360 pictures: click on this link and see in Vila Cruzeiro BOPE

The sound was a mixture of noises in the distance .... shots, helicopters, people, moving vehicles ... well, a tense moment.

360 pictures: see Armored Navy in Vila Cruzeiro

Many of the BOPE police awaited the return of front-line fighters. Were in the rear waiting for the others who were inside the armored back, to change their positions and go into the slums below.

360 pictures: see the BOPE officers, in Vila Cruzeiro, waiting to enter

I hope you enjoyed the immersive panoramas up and pass along to your friends.

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AYRTON

From the top of the Santa Marta slum, located in Botafogo, Morro Dona Marta, Rio de Janeiro, the panoramic view is stunning, worthy of a 360 photos. But I chose to portray a scene around me inner life, day to day here in these streets and staircases where everyone spends all day. Shine or rain, this is the obligatory path of the residents there.

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Click on the photo above to see the favela Santa Marta

She is known as Santa Marta because of a sculpture of the saint and namesake is stored in a chapel at the top right there on the highest part of the slum.
This mixture of names began because journalists always called Dona Marta since the early 80s, because nearby, above, has the gazebo with this name.
The name seems that began long ago. Had a priest. Clement, who would have bought ALL the land that now forms the district of Botafogo. And he in 1680, named the hill around the land honoring his mother, Martha, who died some years later when he was completing nearly 100 years. So was the name of Dona Marta.

And most interesting is that even though he was ordered to open a path, a path that was to connect the beach of Botafogo to their church, and what is now known as St. Clement Street, where I live today and is one of most important of the neighborhood.
Another thing too crazy to think about is that ALL the land where the slum is now owned by St. Ignatius!
Most of the early residents of this place, was formed by families who came to work to expand the church of St. Ignatius. They were farmers who came from the Paraíba Valley shortly after the coffee crisis in 1929.

I always liked going there to do my 360 photos, because of the wealth of beautiful images that exist there. The people are friendly, courteous and willing to show the world the reality of living there.

These scenes that show the economy of the inhabitants, while the joy in the eyes of children playing and cats running down the stairs, make me think about the day to day on our society and the injustices that occur in our country

We are all accomplices, both of which happens to good and bad.

This is Brazil, and slums are part of everyday life.

Hope you enjoy and leave your comments here on the site

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Ayrton

On Saturday, April 17, 2010, on the sands of Copacabana beach to NGOs - "River of Peace" , has built an impressive backdrop of a slum shack.

The shack was built with pieces of original shacks pulled from the rubble after the collapse that caused the greatest tragedy of Rio de Janeiro, when hundreds of people died buried by mud, debris, trees, earth, etc ...

In the scenario set up, everyone could see inside the shack, the trash around the open pit on the floor with duct drainage and rats living with children playing there.

A fake corpse was also placed to show a little of the everyday lives of these people from disadvantaged communities.

A warning to all who go there.

Click on the image above to view in 360 degrees the manifesto of the NGO "Peace River"

If we all do a little bit, it will be better for everyone.

The waste that pollutes the rivers, the sea, clog storm drains, ditches, the untreated sewage that is played in nature, the hillsides that are not adequately protected by preventing them from forming some communities at risk of collapse, are some of the attitudes we can take.

Begin today to look a little more of his city and preserve the future of all.

For more information on how you can also help NGOs - "Peace River" click here .

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Ayrton

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The War of trafficking in the Jacarezinho slum in Saturday, October 17, 2009.

It happened like this:
And I were Felipe Dana talking and tried the new Nikon D300S who had just arrived from the USA along with a new backpack Think Tank which is the most PRO pack of the international market today.
Suddenly the radio called, was a taxi driver, one of which always help to transport us to and fro work and also of informants to us.
He called Philip the radio warning that in the neighborhood of Sampaio, near the Hill of the Monkeys had just fallen off a helicopter and exploded.
Philip looked at me and said - I will run there, and you'll take 360 ​​pictures as well.

My youngest son was still asleep. My wife had left for a workout and my oldest son was in school.
I jumped on and left on my shorts and sandals, no time to put on shoes I had.
It was time to take some pretty photos and documentary 360 degree immersive panoramas as I prefer to call.
But I'm a purist, as they call it a dinosaur. Today the young generation only call 360 photos anyway, so I went into the wave as well.

We were running through the streets of Rio Felipe put a sticker magnetized press the outside of your car. My car is always already adesivado we needed to be forgiven by the police when they see us running after some blatant.

We arrived near the Morro of the Apes and already heard the shooting. Cops were among the cars and hiding behind the trees, poles and guns in their hands, and in the midst of all this people stunned. Many was the WAR.
It was WAR.
We left the car on a sidewalk and decided to run on the streets to reach the point where the helicopter had crashed.
People were screaming to go back to take care not to go there, in that direction.
I called Bruno Bezerra and told him what was going on and where I was.

I am 54 years and 24 Felipe, we ran like crazy and I tried not to disappoint him, whom bike riding three times a week for 3 to 4 hours. And I only sit in front of computers MACs.

We were there trying to photograph the wrecked helicopter, which had become a bunch of red-hot irons, burning in flames in the middle of a football field a small Olympic Village, but police would not let anyone get close. The press was coming tbm, TVs had their helicopters flying over the site, many camera men trying to write something, and photographers from newspapers began arriving in droves.

One complained PM me for wanting to shoot over him, my camera was 3 feet tall and I slipped over his head apologizing but saying that I needed to protect him and his job showing the world what was happening in the favelas of Rio .
He laughed and said I was crazy, it was to get out before the Colonel told me to pull out of the hands that contraption.

I look at it this way and see that a cameraman from TV Record speaks on the radio with a strange voice and looks up toward the helicopter Record.
Something was happening! And he was being informed by the person who was up there, seeing everything.

Suddenly he ran screaming to the car and the Record.
There was a riot, and not knowing why he ran the crowd panicked and everyone began to run aimlessly in all directions. Men, women, children and dogs.

I yelled at Felipe pointing to the guy in the Record which came out singing in the car and tires.
A passing taxi slowed scared and stopped, Felipe did not think twice and just opened his door and jumped inside, I threw myself over him inside as well, the driver gave us scared and I cried: - There are weapons, are cameras, photographers are ...
Felipe then yelled even louder: - FOLLOW THE RECORD THAT CAR and we'll give you some money!

The driver estusiasmou the stick and sat in the car, a vectra accelerating and advancing all the lights, going against the tide behind the car of Record.
We joked saying: - You're enjoying it eh!
And the driver said: - I always wanted to do that!
And the stick sat in the car like a madman, chasing the same type 007.

Suddenly the sky got black and into the middle of a slum, was black smoke, but traffic stuck, many people were running, cars shelving one for each side, a riot in the streets of the slum.
Philip threw some money in the hand of the driver of the taxi and jumped.

I never ran so much in life, full of hanging equipment and by the middle of a slum in the middle moment of attack, panic and madness.
All cried while we were going through the houses and you could hear even the sound of gunfire echoing off.
Out front was in flames a bus. We were the first photographers to arrive. Only the Record was next.
You can see it in the first picture up when nobody else is close to the bus and not from my point of view of the central 360 photos.
The bus began to burst the windows and tires and the police arrived.

I started shooting and many photographers were coming too. The scene was crazy.
And again, everyone looked to the sky in another direction and far away you could see another cloud of black smoke, the greater.
He started the madness again. But there was not a cab, so ask a car ride to and enter into the story, I had to go sit on top of Felipe and falling on top of another photographer in the car tried to transmit pictures from laptop. We ran like crazy and the car driver, a Siena Silver just said he could not run anymore because the car was his and not the company. But he was still going too fast.
In the back seat the crooked I just thought that if we crashed, I would be thrown against the front seats where a really nice reporter promised that the next day would bring sandwiches and food for everyone.
This, of course, IF we survive one more day.

We got lost and suddenly we drove in circles through the streets of the region with the horn shooting for everyone out the front, which included carriages pulled by some horses. At one point we saw the car in G1 was also lost running at finding ways to get the new focus of smoke.

That was when our driver took a guess and said go by there, and we took a street and right in front where there was this other fire.
It was at the Jacarezinho slum, right in front of the court of the samba school.

The scene was impressive, the smoke was great, the air was heavy and the heat was great. I thought the 360 ​​pictures that would make all the time.
Many photographers started to arrive and rushed to photograph.

My wife called me saying that she and my youngest son had just see me on TV record, on screen, I ran in front of the bus on fire.
I told him everything was fine and would do amazing 360 shots.

After I heard that the G1 also recorded a video and I was right in front of their camera 360 degrees, and suddenly the time of the explosion appears Felipe Dana running for shooting on the other side.
He was screaming: - Ayrton fucking battery macbook over, is almost done I need to get my pictures!!

There was no light in the vicinity, we found that behind the smoke of the bus there were 2 more buses on fire too!
Suddenly we realized that there was also a car that was leaning against the wall across the street and burned. Above the fire there was a bus in a power line pole and was about to explode in the heat. That's when the wires melted and began to fall, I ran to the phone and spoke with Bruno Bezerra, another photographer who associated tuitava everything that happened, keeping me informed of what he saw on TV and on the net, and I told him everything were going and how would the 360 ​​photos that I was clicking over and over.
I let the phone fall to the running from the electric wires.

I went back and got my phone and managed to speak with Clício Barroso , President of Fototech, the best photographers Association of Brazil , of which we are also associated.
But the call went out in the middle and do not know if he heard me, but I said, or rather shouting, we were good, although the middle of ambulances, fire and explosions heard in the background.

Firefighters arrived and started throwing water to extinguish the fire. At this point consguimos Caveirão see that was already on the other side of the fire where residents were gathering to see the scene of chaos.

With the water began to soot, and try to get closer to the fire was an impossible to breath.

Gradually the fire was extinguished and Felipe told me: - Ayrton out of here I need to send the photos.
We ran through the middle of the crowd and saw a van passing, we asked for a ride.
The driver looked at us with that guy who was not even hear anything because of the sound van ate loose at full volume playing a funk unbearable.

We asked him to take us back to Monkey Hill where we had left our car in the street. He did not want, then offer a "bump" and waved with a note of cinquentinha, begging to get us out of there. Felipe said he needed to get there fast, because of the pictures.

The guy smiled, rose even louder, until I was getting deaf and went out like a madman singing tire and ready, we move toward even know where, but for streets, contours above the sidewalks, intersections, against the tide, signs red, insane and that funk was driving me crazy. Detail, by the time he started the van, the back door was not closed and Felipe almost falls out or in my lap, do not even remember.
I just thought the 360 ​​photos going to get out.

The rest was normal, we daonde the car near the helicopter had fallen, many police were still there, and many even went to Vila Isabel, there in the Chopp Planet, to use the electrical outlet, and then be able to transmit photos to Felipe AP.

After that took Felipe back to the conflict zone, and returned to the south with the car, leaving him there.

His wife wanted news about him and came to my house. We came together, and I told him he was fine.
My kids were waiting for me for lunch and life goes on ... always with 360 photos

Abcs

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A 360 view of Rio's Violence
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The war on traffics Jacarezinho slum on October 17th

And that's how it Happened:
Felipe Dana and I Were Trying talking and discussing the new Nikon D300S That HAD just arrived from the U.S. with the newest Think Thank backpack, one of the most PRO backpacks on the market nowadays.
Suddenly a taxi driver called on the walk talkie, he's one of the guys he taking us Helps us out here and there and is Also some kind of informant.

Ha called Felipe on the cellradio saying That a helicopter just HAD Been knocked down and exploded in Sampaio's neighborhood.
Felipe Looked at me and said: I'm on my way there and if you come with me Can you take 360 ​​pictures as well.

My youngest son was still asleep. My wife HAD left early to exercise and my oldest son was in school.

I Jumped on and left on my shorts and sandals, I did not even have the time to put on shoes.
It was the time to take some pretty photos and 360 documents, or an immersion panorama like I prefer to call Them.
Can I am what you call a dinosaur. The young people only call 360 photos Them I Decided to do the same.
We were running throughout Rio's streets. Felipe put some sort of sticker on his windshield saying That he was from the press. I always have one on my car, just in case if we needed to be "forgiven" by the cops who come to Investigate.

We got closer to Apes' We Could Already slum and hear the guns shooting. Between Cops Were hiding behind cars and light posts and trees with guns. And in the middle Were there a lot of people running around lost in the middle of chaos, a lot of cars Were going the wrong way too.

It was the WAR.
We left the car on the sidewalk and Decided to run on the streets to get a better view of the falling helicopter.
Were people screaming for us to come back, to be careful, not to go on that direction.
I called Bruno Bezerra on the cellphone and hin Told what was going on and where I was.
I am 54 years old and 24 Felipe, We Were running like crazy and I was Trying not to disappoint hin, Whom bikes three times a week for three to four hours straight. As for me I only sit in front of the computer in front of my Mac computers.

We were there Trying to take pictures of the wrecked helicopter. It was flamed Transformed into wrecks, burning in flames in the middle of a soccer field from a small Olimpic Ville. But the cops did not want to let anyone to get close to it.

The press was starting to arrive too. Their TV stations Already HAD helicopters flying over the scene, a lot of camera men trying to get some images and newspapers photographers Were arriving in large groups.

The cop was complaining That I Was Trying to take pictures Almost on top of hin. My camera was 3 meters high and I was Trying to talk over hin saying That I was showing to the world what really Happened at Rio's slums and I was somehow Protecting his job.

He started laughing saying That I was crazy and That i had better get out of there before the Sheriff told me to do it so.
That's When I Saw a cameraman from Record TV Station talking on the radio with a weird voice and looking up to Their helicopter.

Something was going on! He was informed Being from the person who was up there looking up at everything.
Suddenly he started running and screaming in his direction to car

It was crazy and without Knowing why he was running through the crowd That was in panic and was running all over the place. Men, women, children and dogs.
I yelled at the Record's Felipe pointing HAD guy who got into his car left and speeding.

That Was The cab passing by stopped and scared Felipe did not think twice. He opened the door and Jumped and I Jumped on top of hin. And the driver Looked at us and scared I Told That We Were hin holding cameras not guns and that we Were photographers.
After Felipe That yelled to the driver: Follow That Record's car and we will give you some money!
The driver got excited and started the car speeding, crossing all the red lights, going the wrong way Following the car.

We started joking telling hin That Actually he was enjoying all that.
When he said That he always wanted to do that.
He was running like crazy it was like 007 on action.
Suddenly the sky got darker and we got in the middle of the slum. There was the black smoke all over. There was traffic, a lot of people running, cars crashing, it was the chaos in the middle of the slum alleys.

Felipe Gave the driver the money and we Jumped out of the cab.
I HAD never ran in my life so much full of equipment and inside of a slum in the middle of the craziness and panic

Everyone was yelling while we Were going through the houses and We Could still hear the shot guns.

In front of us the bus was in flames. We were the first photographers to get there with Record's cameramen.
You Can See That on the 1st picture above When no one else is close to the bus anymore and normal on my point of view.
The bus windows and tires started to explode and the cops arrived.
I started shooting pictures and Some other photographers started to arrive. It was a chaos.

And again everyone was looking at the sky and We Could see another dark smoky cloud far this team it was bigger.
And the craziness started again. There was not a cab there at this team so we asked for a ride on this press' car. We got in and i had to sit on Felipe's lap, falling over this Other photographer who was Trying to put the pictures from his camera on his laptop.
The driver was running like a crazy and said the only reason That He Was not going faster was the fact the car That Was not his. But he was still going pretty fast.

On the back seat the only thing I Could think about was if we crashed ... I was going to be thrown against the front seats where the reporter was really nice That promising the next day we was going to bring sandwiches and food for everyone.
That of course IF we survived one more day. We got lost and We Were Suddenly going in circles around the streets for everyone buzzing to get out. That included some carriages pulled by horses. At A Certain Time we saw the G1's (another press) That car was lost too Trying to find the smoke, When the driver Decided to take a shortcut and we got exactly where this was going on Other fire.
It was at the Jacarezinho slum, right in front of this samba's rehearsal spot. The scene was Impressing. There was a lot of smoke, the air was heavy and it was extremely hot and stuffy and I Could only think about the 360 ​​pictures I was going to shot. A lot of photographers started to arrive and Were running to take pictures. My wife called and said That her and my youngest son just HAD seen me on TV, while I was running if front of the bus on fire.
Told her I was fine and everything That I was going to take amazing 360 shots. After I Heard That G1 HAD Also recorded the video and I was right in front of Their camera taking 360 shots, explosion Happened When The Other So They show Felipe Dana running to take pictures from another angle. He was screaming: Ayrton, the Mac's battery is freaking Almost done and I have to get my pictures in it.
There was in power around. And we Found Out That behind the smoke from the flaming bus Were there two more buses on fire too!

Suddenly Realized That we Also there was a car on the Other Side of the street That was on fire as well.

Above the flaming bus there was a power line That Was about to explode because of the heat.

That was When the wires started to melt and started falling down. I started running and was on the phone with Bruno Bezerra, The Other photographer I Knew That Was on twitter at the same team checking what was going on and keeping me informed about what he was watching on TV and on the web. I was telling hin what was going on and how the 360 ​​pics Were coming in October

My cell phone off while I felt was running from the falling electric wires. I Went back and got my phone and called Clício Barroso. Fototech's (The best photographer in Brazil's association) president.
The phone called was interrupted in the middle and I have no idea if he Could hear me speaking or yelling, because We Were in the middle of ambulances, fire and explosions.
The firemen arrived and started hosing water to get rid of the fire. At this moment We Could See That the Caveirão (special car used by the special forces of Rio's police department) was Already on the Other Side of the fire Were people who live on the slum Were arriving to check the chaos.

With the water and the smoke trying to get close to the fire was making Almost impossible to breath.

Slowly the fire was extinguished and Felipe told me: Ayrton I have to get out of here to get this sent pictures.

We started running in the middle of the crowd and saw this van passing through and we asked for a ride.
The driver Gave us That weird look and could not hear anything because of the terrible funk he was listening to on the radio.
We asked hin to take us back to Monkey's slum Were We had left the car in the middle of the streets. He did not want to so we Offered hin hin Showed some money and a $ 50 bill's begging hin to get us out of there.

That Philip said he needed to get there fast because of the pictures.

The driver Smiled, turned the volume even louder, to the point That I was getting deaf, and he left like a crazy, the burning tires and going in the direction of where I do not even know ... On sidewalks, wrong ways, going through red lights and funk That was driving me crazy.

When he started the van was still the back door opened and Philip Almost felt off. I can not even remember the details. The only thing I Could think about Were the 360 ​​photos I was going to get out of my camera.

The end was very normal. Were there a lot of cops (I mean a lot!) Were We had left the car still. So we Went to Vila Isabel and stopped at a bar to use the power to get the pictures to the AP. Right after I took Conflicts Felipe back to the spot and drove back to the area south Leaving hin there.

His wife wanted news about hin and cam to my house ... I Told her he was fine!

My kids and wife Were waiting for me to have lunch.

And life goes on ... Always with 360 degrees pictures!

THANKS to Shana Zanotta for the english translation!

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Santa Marta favela, located in Botafogo, Morro Dona Marta, Rio de Janeiro.
Known as Santa Marta because of a sculpture of the saint and namesake is stored in a chapel at the top right there on the highest part of the slum.

This mixture of names began because journalists always called Dona Marta since the early 80s, because nearby, above, has the gazebo with this name.

The name seems that began long ago. Had a priest. Clement, who would have bought ALL the land that now forms the district of Botafogo. And he in 1680, named the hill around the land honoring his mother, Martha, who died some years later when he was completing nearly 100 years. So was the name of Dona Marta.

And most interesting is that even though he was ordered to open a path, a path that was to connect the beach of Botafogo to their church, and what is now known as St. Clement Street, where I live today and is one of most important of the neighborhood.

Another thing too crazy to think about is that ALL the land where the slum is now owned by St. Ignatius!

Most of the early residents of this place, was formed by families who came to work to expand the church of St. Ignatius. They were farmers who came from the Paraíba Valley shortly after the coffee crisis in 1929.

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Santa Marta slum, located in Botafogo, in Morro Dona Marta, Rio de Janeiro.
Known as Santa Marta because of the sculpture of the saint of the same name and is stored in the chapel right there on top in the highest part of the slum.

This mixture of names Began because journalists always called Dona Marta since the early 80s, because nearby, above, has the gazebo With That name.

The long name Seems That Began in August Had a priest named Clement, who would have bought ALL terrain That now forms the district of Botafogo. And he in 1680, named the land around the hill honoring his mother, Martha, and some years later Who Died When He Was Completing Nearly 100 years. So was the name of Dona Marta.

That is most interesting and even though he was ordered to open the path, the path That Was to connect to the beach of Botafogo excellant church, Which is now known to St. Clement Street, where I live today and is one of most important of the neighborhood.

Another thing too crazy to think about Is That All the land where the slum is now belonged to St. Ignatius School!

Most of the early residents of this place, was formed by families who cam to work to expand the church of St. Ignatius School. They Were farmers who cam from the Paraíba Valley soon after the coffee crisis in 1929.