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Máxima came to Bolívar in search of Bernard's son, who was the rural doctor at that dispensary. The town was surrounded by Don Buche's 200 hectares of shrimp pools. The sub-center that she looked very good, unlike the sad dispensary in which she worked, which was in Tres Vías, in a house that she had businesses on the first floor. and in the second, the place of attention to the affiliated to the Rural Social Security. The rural doctor from the dispensary was on annual leave, so she would be back in a fortnight. She took a boat that took her to the island of Porte, which is in front of her. A gentle and transparent estuary separated them. The jet skis from the Decameron Hotel were now racing through that estuary, which looked huge on the rock. The beach of Portete, were kilometers of palm trees, under which the backpackers had their tents and their bonfires, in front of a huge beach when the tide went out, with a turquoise sea and waves of white foam. On the island, there were ...

9. Narco mar Boca del Sucio 2012 The first night sleeping alone in the home of the health promoters in Puerto Nuevo was a harbinger of how torturous it would be to live in that abandoned house, where the bats were the owners. She felt safe under that white canopy, but the bats would defecate or urinate on it, as if to indicate that it was unwelcome. The house did not have water but it had a well that had not been used for years, it was a lot of work to pump the dirty water with that hand pump until clean water comes out, luckily that day he was able to collect water from a copious downpour, which It fell during the night and leaked from the leaks in the meeting room, into the tanks they had in the kitchen unused for decades. At dawn after a night dealing with fleas, mosquitoes, and bats, she got a motor tricycle to take her to Boca del Sucio. The trip to Boca del Sucio seemed more beautiful than the trip to Tres Vías. It was along a dirt road, not the new paved road, on the way there w...

Narcomar Daule 2012 Juan was the name of that old man who hosted Dr.Maxima in Daule 2012 When night came with a deafening sound of crickets, old Juan began to tell him about his life. -I killed some doctor. It all started when he was a child. My father abandoned us and my mother, who was a young and pretty woman, had a store where she sold everything, but what has been sold the most from then until now are Pílsener beer, cane liquor, like Frontera, the most popular in those times. A man who was not from the town and they said that he was a thug of a landowner, came to the store. My mother sold him the beers and the drink that she asked for, and he seemed to be celebrating something, I was only 7 years old, I was on the second floor of the store that was reached by a cat ladder, with two rods and sticks crossed, I was doing my homework with a diesel lighter, which gave that yellow light and the smoke served to combat the moth on the thatched roof of the house. My little sister was only ...

8.Narcomar: Tres Vías 2012 The Anchundia were perverse thugs, they were brought by Bolívar's landowner, who was the most powerful, to kill the priest's Julio and Gracia, who were the parish priests of Muisne. - Don Juan said while lighting a full-speed brand of tobacco, under A light bulb surrounded by insects, he liked them because they did not have a filter and they were the best way to drive away mosquitoes that abounded day and night. -Why did you want to kill the parents? -´Maxima asked, as she killed one after another, the anopheles that harassed her. "They were communist priests, according to the rich men," she said with a gesture of rejection of those rich men. First, we escaped from a poisonous snake and when we threw ourselves into the Repartidero River, with the horses and the vaccines, those men appeared on the other shore. - Who are you and what are you doing here? - Asked the father of the boys who accompanied him. "I'm the doctor who is vaccina...

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 t...

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 heali...