Boss of the bosses. What a ridiculous thing to call him. What does that mean here? What does it get him? Nothing that lasts. Someday it will end. Someday his own people or someone else’s people will kill him. He knows this: unless something changes, he will die.
He is taking me on a tour of Juárez, but we won’t be visiting any museums or historic sights. We are going to tour the City of Death—Juárez’s slums, or colonias.
Eduardo saw Jesus coming with His holy light. It was winter, and for days, lost in a strange land, Eduardo had been wandering through mountains with nothing to eat and nothing to drink except what he could scoop from puddles of melted snow.
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