Facundo and Primitivo

When Jorge turned up that night saying someone had taken out Julio, everyone thought he was taking the piss. But he wasn't. It was a bloody disaster of a move; we lost a few of our own, and others barely escaped with their lives. I could have ended up dead too. But I'm not. It was like taking a leap of faith on a jungle vine without bothering to secure the safety line first. When I think back on it now, I get the feeling the whole thing actually happened to someone else.

Maybe it all sounds completely made up to you, but something like this could only happen in this armpit of the world, where things go down in a way that leaves you doing nothing but shaking your head. But don't go expecting any miracles. People still think we can hover just above the ground on demand and that we are routinely born with a pig's tail stuck up our backsides. But they are bloody well mistaken.

That bit about the tails simply isn't true.