Narco-mar. Chapter 68. The uncomfortable seine before the elections

 

When Máxima returned from her work at the El Faro dispensary, her father received her with television connected by satellite.

- Where did they put the antenna?

-Up on the terrace, let's see it

They went up to the terrace from where they had a nice view of San Medardo.

-I found my friend Pinche Cabrón on the beach, and Jesse, his friend, invited us to dinner at a restaurant, which is next to the house that they say belonged to the drug trafficker Patricio Escobar.

- Which house?

- The white house with a blue Mediterranean-style dome, which is on the beach north of the exit to the beach.

-How do you know what happened to Patricio Escobar?

- Some Colombians who arrived on a bus on a tour from Bogotá told me, and it was, among other things, to get to know that house, which was the most innovative thing about the tour.

-When did they tell you?

-Today in the afternoon, we ran into them, when the technicians came to install the antenna.

-I did not know it. The only thing that caught my attention was that one of the neighbors who lives near the pedestrian bridge that crosses the river, drunk, told a relative that in the eighties, cocaine was inhaled here, by the pound.

-Well, we are on November 24, tomorrow is your birthday, so let's take advantage of the invitation of Jesse, the gringo who wants to learn Spanish, to celebrate, because tomorrow your mother and your daughter will want to be connected to the Internet all night, to talk with you.

-Okay, I'll get ready and let's go.

Doctor Umiña and his daughter left at 7 at night to meet their friends who were waiting for them

When they arrived at the table there were more guests, Pinche Cabrón took his girlfriend, at the table there were two other old people and two young people. The owner of the restaurant, a fat man, had owned a larvae laboratory, when in the 80s the shrimp boom and drug trafficking occurred, now he had a restaurant on the grounds of his laboratory, his partner was a Colombian mother of two boys, who were doing retail drugs on the beach.

The feast was a lobster and plates of roasted shells, patacones, rice, and wine.

The young people and the couple were from El Maní, the neighboring province, and they had a 100-hectare shrimp farm near Puerto Viejo on the San Miguel River, which sounded familiar to Maxima, as he remembered that boat, that to escape from the Police, almost killed her when she was swimming in the Rio Turbio.

Fucking bastard who felt like the most important person in the meeting, began to tell his story

- At 19 I left my home and joined the US Army. There they taught me to fly helicopters. My first mission in Vietnam was tragic, the Vietcong caught up with my helicopter in the middle of the bombing, and I had to land, 6 of the 9 crew members were saved but I had to take them out drenched in blood, and other helicopters came to the rescue.

After the war, I was a pilot of airplanes that transferred prisoners, then of DHL in Alaska, in the winter, when there is no sun for 6 months, then I was a pilot of airplanes that fight fires in California. next year I lose my license due to age and no insurance company wants to insure me. I bought some land in Santa Fe, today I am dedicated to making mud houses and chimneys in the Spanish style, like my hotel. At that moment he took out some cocaine, put it on a $ 100 bill and inhaled, the young man did too, as did the fat chef who owns the restaurant.

Dr. Umiña, who knew him, knew that he was an ayahusca addict, and that he loves those psychedelic trips, when he went to the property in the Amazon, where he was friends with the shamans Sionas and Secoyas, neighbors of his property. But Dr. Máxima and the American doctor were bothered by him.

-Where are you all? . asked that woman, wife of the shrimp farmer, who had numerous cosmetic surgeries, and she was arrogant.

"They're from the capital," Pinche Cabrón interrupted. The doctor is my friend. He has a foundation, with which we work in La Reserva del Cuyaboya. I have a cabin on the Aguagrande River, where his foreign volunteers used to go.

- You are the doctor of the Peasant Network. Where is he working? - Asked the man who looked like an arrogant landowner.

-Work in the Rural Health Network.

- You worked in Puerto Viejo ... Right? - Asked one of the young men.

"Dr. Umiña studied in Russia and is a fan of the president," said Pinche Cabrón.

That subject changed the atmosphere of cordiality that had been lived up to now.

"I studied in Ukraine," said the young man, "who began to be belligerent.

Jesse, the American doctor, who was the one who paid for the dinner, got up and went out to smoke a cigarette on the beach. Dr. Máxima also came out, seeing that the wine, or the cocaine and the next elections had altered the spirits.

Pinche Cabrón, recklessly, began to speak out against the poor neighbors of the beach, who put tents in front of his hotel on holidays.