Chapter 21

We finally made it to Venezuela.

The little I have seen, I can say, without a doubt, that Venezuela is a very beautiful country. The people we talked to, at the little stops, are very friendly. And the food... it was better not to talk about it, everything was delicious.

We arrive at a huge warehouse, where all the merchandise has to be left. Apart from the men in the trucks, there are more than enough workers waiting for us, who, as soon as we stop the trucks, open them and start unloading.

Chucho, who had already gotten out of his truck, comes over to where I am sitting, drinking a cold beer, watching the others work. Now, this is life. A girl brings my friend another beer and sits down next to me.

“What happened?” he says to me, as usual, and takes a swig of his beer. “What are you thinking, so quiet?”

“In your life,” I tell him. We don’t beat around the bush; better to tell it like it is: “It’s pretty tough, man. You kill people for money, it’s your