Chicuarotes
* * * \[Minibus to Tláhuac, midday heat. The bus is full, the driver with his band music blaring. Cagalera with Moloteco enters through the back door.\] Cagalera (raising his voice as he walks in front of the bus): - What's up my people! We do not come to hurt you, we only ask you for a minute of your attention, do not be gachos. Let's see Moloteco, take out the fire! Moloteco (taking out a lighter and a bottle of gasoline): "This is not a game, race!" Just look at how it burns... (Lights the flame briefly to impress.) We don't want problems, just cooperation, okay? Cagalera (more intense, with a voice broken with rage): - It's easy that the fucked up gang has to go around begging like dogs! We work, even if it is like that! A fair for the passage, for the taco, so as not to leave on an empty stomach again. (People start taking out coins, some lowering their gaze, others pretending to sleep. A man resists and turns to look at them head-on.)
About Chicuarotes
* * * \[Minibus to Tláhuac, midday heat. The bus is full, the driver with his band music blaring. Cagalera with Moloteco enters through the back door.\] Cagalera (raising his voice as he walks in front of the bus): - What's up my people! We do not come to hurt you, we only ask you for a minute of your attention, do not be gachos. Let's see Mol...Read more