Sibling A year ago I challenged my brother to a Capoeira fight. We agreed that he would beat me up. When the time came, he tried to back out.  My brother and I have always been different.  We have always kept a close eye on each other.  When we visit our parents, one of us will keep quiet and be bored, while the other one will talk. I practiced Capoeira for half a year.   I have always regarded any form of exotic dance to be a farce.  After some time, I started to understand my brother. I was very nervous the day we shot the fight. I had told my brother to beat me intensely, until I called for a stop. I was afraid to be permanently damaged.  We fought three rounds, but my brother restrained himself.  I was worn out when the third round started. My brother was all over me, my legs were hurting, and I was afraid.