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Narcomar, 2012 to Chamanga After a wait of half an hour, the bus left El Salto for Chamanga, the last parish before crossing the bridge over the Cojimíes River, which separates the provinces of Manabí and Esmeraldas, which is within the Mache Chindul Reserve. With ballads by Marco Antonio Solis and the bustle of Argentine boys, who felt euphoric to be so far from their country, exploring these green and tropical landscapes of the South American Pacific, the bus moved along a new highway, with almost no traffic. Through the window you could see how the mangroves and shrimp farms appeared and disappeared on the side where she was sitting, as well as the sea, while on the other side the pastures, the zebu or brahaman cattle, rose and fell by rounded and small hills. The story that his father told him came to his memory, that on a day like today in 2005 when in the company of Juan Carlos, a friend of the family, he came to stop the logging, accompanied by policemen and the security cameras

It   very uncomfortable to travel standing in the corridor of the buses between Atacames and El Salto, there were pushes, to get in and out when arriving at the stops, or from the street vendors, music of crying whales, Mexican narcocorrido, or ballads, which were sung stories of the love misadventures, or the evil deeds of Mexican drug traffickers. A few kilometers from Atacames, the bus climbed the only slope on the way to Muisne, that of Peñón del Suicida and Máxima, seeing from that place a fleet of fishing boats, fishermen's canoes, and the beach of Atacames, he remembered that story that his father She told her as a child about a craftsman who during an epidemic of malaria and typhoid together, in one, now called a syndemic, made a 40 cm Coral Christ, which the Central Bank had ordered her to make for its Museum, but then not I buy. A spiritist healer came to town, who healed with telepathy and who saved his wife in exchange for the image, then thousands of people came to the

Narco sea Atacames Máxima Umiña did not look like an Ecuadorian woman, she was tall, muscular, with black hair and dark eyes, but with very white skin, like the god Diana the hunter in Greek Mythology. At the Esmeraldas bus station she had to make a column behind numerous Argentine boys, who also bought tickets for the bus in which she was traveling. They all had huge backpacks, some their boards surfing, her soccer ball, or a guitar. The destination of those boys was the beach of Mompiche, an inlet that has a mountain on the south side and a huge beach several kilometers to the north, populated with palm trees, with the gentle mouth of a river, which it is possible to cross on foot when the tide it's low. On the bus there was the bustle of Argentines, who felt like masters and masters, sang, commented, laughed and their physical appearance was of gringos or Europeans, but much prettier than they changed their appearance from the skinny women under 30 years of age 70, to the fat pe

Narco sea   It all started that day February 14, 2012, when Dr. Máxima Umiña met again with the health promoters of the OCAME who survived the pandemic in order to remember what that peasant organization was where her father, also a doctor, was an of its instructors in 1976, years in which Ecuador, Chile, Bolivia, Argentina, Brazil, lived the so-called Plan Condor, to exterminate the so-called communists of the region, after the death of the president of Chile, Salvador Allende. His father told him that his surname Umiña, of Manabi origin, came from a family of healers of the Bahia culture, a pre-Columbian culture that lived in what is now Bahia de Caráquez 2,500 years ago and apparently came from somewhere in Asia. or from Oceania. This culture had the sea as its goddess, who was represented by a woman called UMIÑA, a goddess to whom they prayed and worshiped because she cured them of diseases. For this reason, since she was a child, she thought that she had the gift of healing and ju