Al Capone, Jenkins, Atencingo, Jaramillo and all that ...

I feel like Aureliano Babilonia in García Márquez' One hundred years of solitude:

 ``Cuando regresa por la mañana a su casa, las hormigas se han comido al niño. Al final, un ciclón se lleva la casa por los aires, mientras Aureliano lee en unos pergaminos del gitano Melquíades la historia de la familia y la profecía de que no durará más que el tiempo de su lectura: "antes de llegar al verso final ya había comprendido que no saldría jamás de ese cuarto, pues estaba previsto que la ciudad de los espejos (o espejismos) sería arrasada por el viento y desterrada de la memoria de los hombres en el instante en que Aureliano Babilonia acabara de descifrar los pergaminos, y que todo lo escrito en ellos era irrepetible desde siempre, porque las estirpes condenadas a cien años de soledad no tenían una segunda oportunidad sobre la tierra".''


``He [Aureliano II ] had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
One Hundred Years of Solitude''

From Alligator Quotes

I know about Al Capone, William Jenkins; and now Atencingo, and Rubén Jaramillo.

I know who killed Rubén Jaramillo.

Is this the end?

I hope not. I was just talking with an agronomist, engineer Barona, from the Antonio Narro Agricultural School of Saltillo Coahuila. The peasants are getting organized, they need food for their people, not more and more drugs to sell to rich people with nothing better to do than to get wasted, like those pampered by William Jenkins and Al Capone.

Long live the Wretched of the Earth; they will save us!