Narco Cultura Page #5

In this line of work we're like

a second family.

What happens to one of us

happens to all of us.

That's how Isaac's death

affects us.

We already miss you

tremendously, Isaac.

Rest in peace, number

twenty-one.

- Bravo three.

- Present.

- Bravo nine.

- Present.

- Bravo thirteen.

- Present.

- Bravo twenty-one!

- Present!

I'm suffering the loss of a son. That's

two of my children they've killed.

The first was named David Saez.

- And the delinquents took him

with a bullet to the head.

What's going to happen to the

future of our city'?

And not just this city, but all

of Mexico'?

Will our society be destroyed'?

And those who work for the

government...

They are all afraid.

If they quit, wherever they go,

that fear will hound them.

But I'd tell them not to

resign.

I'm afraid. We are all afraid.

But we can't always live in

fear.

All the big dogs end up here.

All the folks from Culiacn.

Alvarado, Ruben Cabada...

All the big dogs.

Since birth, I've wanted to be

like them...

I would love to be like Pedro

Aviles or Seor de los Cielos.

But of every thousand f***ers,

only one gets there.

Maybe not even one!

There are people here who wanted to be

buried along with their pickup trucks.

There are other tombs with

bulletproof glass.

Bulletproof. Just because they

wanted it.

They do it because they can.

Here's how it should go.

You know where they dropped the

head and the legs'?

I want you to say, "Here. "

Here they left the head, here

they left the legs

and here they left the

mustache... got it'?

Last year, like my boss just

said...

they found the head and body of

a person, separated.

They say it was a gift. A small

gift for the dead.

Over there you'll find the new

rich.

The new narcos.

So this section is all new'?

Three years ago, none of this

existed.

And now? It's a city.

That whole area there will

keep expanding and expanding.

Next time you come, this will

all be packed.

I like the "bad life. "

Look.

You see the person over there'?

That person was killed.

You see the police'?

They will take the bodies and

then leave.

I tell them the truth.

This is the reality they're

living.

We can't deny reality.

I drive through the streets

and see people without hope.

They hear the sirens

and see us as angels of death.

I see the streets full of evil

and the good people hiding out

of fear.

The youth have lost their

values

and now idolize the devil.

I do my job as professionally

and scientifically as I can

but without involving my

feelings.

What are my options'?

Weep?

Bear it'?

I have to continue my work.

It smells here.

It smells awful.

It smells of blood.

It smells of death.

And fifty meters from here,

on the other side of the

border,

nobody wants to know what

happens

and they shut their eyes.

I miss the Juarez where I grew

up.

Where I played.

Will it return again'?

What is the limit'?

Why go on'?

But at the same time, here I

am.

In my beloved Juarez.

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