His head is draped in a black veil. He is not a huge man,
but his body fills the space in the room. When he starts
talking, he lifts his hands to the lens of the camera and you
see nothing but these hands. And he says:
I want to tell you
twenty years of my life,
twenty years of my life
serving narco-trafficking,
serving the cartel,
serving the patron,
with these hands.
Serving them through torture,
serving them by executing so many people
with these hands.
And to those who still belong to these groups of sicarios
to those who are still with the cartel,
to those who live in el chacaa
with the narco . . .
In the world of the cartels,
El chaca is the boss,
the patron,
The one who commands, who gives the orders,
And to live en el chaca
is to be the one
who guards the boss twenty-four hours a day
with only one day off every seven days.
And since this guard knows everything about the boss
and he also knows what the boss knows,
then he also must be watched twenty-four hours a day.
This is how things are in the lower worlds of the cartels.
But I want to tell you
that you can live in happiness,
that you can throw off the yoke that burdens you
inside the cartel....