Saiu até no Guardian:

Even when surrounded by a sea of aides in his sparsely decorated campaign HQ, Garotinho cuts a lonely figure. He rocks back and forwards in his chair and, with only a small bottle of mineral water to occupy his hands, clutches them tightly between his legs. Yet he talks about his hunger strike with all the naturalness of a schoolboy explaining why poisoning the class hamster was a protest against a lack of vegetarian options in the canteen.

Aliás, devo dizer que roubei o título da Josi Campos, coleguinha de Abril.