Wrapped in a police blanket, I watched the rain and smoked one black cigarette after another.

When forces of oppression come to maintain themselves in power against established law, peace is considered already broken.

A country that does not know how to read and write is easy to deceive.

Blind hate against the enemy creates a forceful impulse that cracks the boundaries of natural human limitations, transforming the soldier in an effective, selective and cold killing machine. A people without hate cannot triumph against the adversary.

To accomplish much you must first lose everything.

With a military American base in our territory, where there could be any sort of weapons, where we have to endure every kind of provocations, we have to support and endure the flights over our territory.

This is not a story of heroic feats, or merely the narrative of a cynic; at least I do not mean it to be. It is a glimpse of two lives running parallel for a time, with similar hopes and convergent dreams.