NINI 09
The night in Culiacán was hot and noisy as usual. The lights of the cars passed quickly along the avenue while some men talked leaning on some trucks. Among them was Néstor Isidro Pérez Salas, known to all as Nini. He didn't talk much. I didn't need to. His presence was enough to keep others paying attention to every word he said. As he checked something on his phone and listened to his boys talking, a figure approached from the corner of the street. She was a young girl, worn clothes, tired looks, but walking with a firmness that was not common for someone of her age. He had visible blows and the weight of the street marked in his eyes. The men around her looked at her curiously, some even mockingly, thinking that she had taken the wrong place. But Nini didn't laugh. He watched her carefully, noticing something different in the way she walked... The girl stopped in front of them. "I'm looking for a job...
About NINI 09
The night in Culiacán was hot and noisy as usual. The lights of the cars passed quickly along the avenue while some men talked leaning on some trucks. Among them was Néstor Isidro Pérez Salas, known to all as Nini. He didn't talk much. I didn't need to. His presence was enough to keep others paying attention to every word he said. As he checked ...Read more