Capítulo 67: BLESSED THE FRUIT OF YOUR WOMB

-We've been walking for hours. Want to tell me where you're taking me? I can not take it anymore. My feet are killing me! -Borges complained. They walked that afternoon, leaving Arcadina behind and all the rest, until the air in their lungs felt thin, until the soles of their shoes were worn out. Rounding rivers and forests, the gutters and the ugly parts of places. Dumps, abandoned condominiums, fields and moors.

-Stop you can. Difficult it is. Human you. Understand me, be possible.

-You, you shit! You keep talking in this weird way. Fuck! Speak like people. I'm fed up. Full! Are you listening? Bag full of you, all this shit. What the hell! Why don't you just say what you want? I would put a bullet in my head right now if I could.

-Weapon, having one. Surely I could. Finish the target, power? No, it couldn't. But fun to be, would. Laugh, I would laugh.