Chapter 28

It took us a while to get to the shooting range; there was too much traffic. When we arrived, and after the pertinent introductions, we went down to one of the galleries, following the instructor assigned to us. I’m surprised that seeing a teenage girl doesn’t arouse this guy’s curiosity; they didn’t even ask us anything. I had made up my mind that this was something unusual, but I am starting to rethink if this is the most normal thing you can do in Medellin with your daughter.

“This,” says the instructor, placing a briefcase, which he opens reverentially, on the table. We see a pair of low-caliber pistols. “They are Bauer H, semi-automatic, carrying a 32 ACP short-range ammunition. Don’t worry if they don’t hit; the first few times you shoot, you don’t have a high percentage of success. We have all seen a thousand movies where it looks easy, but shooting requires concentration, precision, and marksmanship. The targets you have at the end of the gallery,” he points to them wi