Palpa Farm; 15 kilometers west of Santa Cruz;
The Palpa farm was a cooperative created by the villagers from the nearby homonymous village. Its creation was supported by the government in Santa Cruz with their program in which they wanted to make subsistence agriculture disappear or at least be at a minimum. The farm was made of a small office building, 3 warehouses and hectares of maize crops. In the northern part of the farm, the landscape was occupied by a dense forest. In this forest, hidden behind a bush, Ricardo Avana, 20 since few days, with pure Frescanian descent, short black hair, green eyes and a strong militant for direct democracy was waiting and trying to see moves in the corn field. On his right, stood Cristian Garza, the commander of their group. He was also very young no more than a year or two past twenty. He didn’t become leader because of his experiences or political ideas. He beaten the respect-or fear- into the people from his unit and because of the democratic election of the leaders, he was “elected” commander and accepted by the big boss in his general staff. Behind him stood two men and one woman, all wearing civilian clothes and were hiding their rifles. Ricardo hated Cristian. In the first day they met, Cristian already beaten him and had a swollen eye and some bruises. He was a dreamer who was fighting for complete liberty of the human, while he saw Christian just as a delinquent who joined this group just because he had the chance to fight.
Suddenly the corn started moving. The motion was very hard to see, one needed to concentrate its attention to observe it. From the corn emerged a small mestizo with his face burned by the sun, wearing an olive green poncho and having an old straw hat on his head. The gaucho came face to face with Ricardo; he stopped a few seconds looking at his face, Ricardo being the only one with fair skin in the group, the others having amber skin. He then went and shook Cristian’s hand.
“What’s with the pale one?” asked the gaucho with a rough voice. At first, Ricardo wanted to protest. He was a member of this unit for a longer time than Cristian. He should have been the commander; he would have actually beaten Cristian, not just receive the beating. He joined the unit to fight for his ideals and to finally be part of something, a place where people weren't making fun of him. He managed to gain some respect here.
“Nah, he is trustworthy.” That was before Cristian came. Ricardo looked at Cristian. He wasn’t all that beefy as he thought he was when they were beating. Cristian was rather skinny, either way he knew where to hit you so that any fight was over really quickly. “So, what did you found out?”
“As I suspected, the whites in the farm have some connections to the Security. I think that if they disappear, the whole valley will be a black hole for the secret services.” Said the gaucho ending his sentence with a cough crisis which ended with him spitting the tobacco which he was chewing on Ricardo. “Also, when I left the farm, the woman was talking on the phone with the police. She was reporting a stolen llama.”
“Do you understand what a great change is this? We will show them all that we are prepared to hit even Santa Cruz,” said Cristian enthusiastically.
“Through such actions we won’t win. We must have people’s support!” Protested Ricardo as he rose up while also cleaning himself from the tobacco leaves. His protest came to an end when it met Cristian’s poisoned-like sight. On the other hand, the gaucho began laughing.
“My pale friend… those are not the political talks one enjoys after he is drunk. This is a war. If we won’t make those persons disappear, the whole Security will be on our neck immediately. If we succeed, we can continue our fight! Do you want to see your dream come true?”
“Yes…” said Ricardo with a perished voice. “But I don’t want the others working there to be hurt. Just the informers.” Cristian began to threaten Ricardo to shut up by showing his fist in such a way to show it hitting him. A potential argument between the two was avoided when the gaucho told the rest to move and attack.
The Palpa farm was a cooperative created by the villagers from the nearby homonymous village. Its creation was supported by the government in Santa Cruz with their program in which they wanted to make subsistence agriculture disappear or at least be at a minimum. The farm was made of a small office building, 3 warehouses and hectares of maize crops. In the northern part of the farm, the landscape was occupied by a dense forest. In this forest, hidden behind a bush, Ricardo Avana, 20 since few days, with pure Frescanian descent, short black hair, green eyes and a strong militant for direct democracy was waiting and trying to see moves in the corn field. On his right, stood Cristian Garza, the commander of their group. He was also very young no more than a year or two past twenty. He didn’t become leader because of his experiences or political ideas. He beaten the respect-or fear- into the people from his unit and because of the democratic election of the leaders, he was “elected” commander and accepted by the big boss in his general staff. Behind him stood two men and one woman, all wearing civilian clothes and were hiding their rifles. Ricardo hated Cristian. In the first day they met, Cristian already beaten him and had a swollen eye and some bruises. He was a dreamer who was fighting for complete liberty of the human, while he saw Christian just as a delinquent who joined this group just because he had the chance to fight.
Suddenly the corn started moving. The motion was very hard to see, one needed to concentrate its attention to observe it. From the corn emerged a small mestizo with his face burned by the sun, wearing an olive green poncho and having an old straw hat on his head. The gaucho came face to face with Ricardo; he stopped a few seconds looking at his face, Ricardo being the only one with fair skin in the group, the others having amber skin. He then went and shook Cristian’s hand.
“What’s with the pale one?” asked the gaucho with a rough voice. At first, Ricardo wanted to protest. He was a member of this unit for a longer time than Cristian. He should have been the commander; he would have actually beaten Cristian, not just receive the beating. He joined the unit to fight for his ideals and to finally be part of something, a place where people weren't making fun of him. He managed to gain some respect here.
“Nah, he is trustworthy.” That was before Cristian came. Ricardo looked at Cristian. He wasn’t all that beefy as he thought he was when they were beating. Cristian was rather skinny, either way he knew where to hit you so that any fight was over really quickly. “So, what did you found out?”
“As I suspected, the whites in the farm have some connections to the Security. I think that if they disappear, the whole valley will be a black hole for the secret services.” Said the gaucho ending his sentence with a cough crisis which ended with him spitting the tobacco which he was chewing on Ricardo. “Also, when I left the farm, the woman was talking on the phone with the police. She was reporting a stolen llama.”
“Do you understand what a great change is this? We will show them all that we are prepared to hit even Santa Cruz,” said Cristian enthusiastically.
“Through such actions we won’t win. We must have people’s support!” Protested Ricardo as he rose up while also cleaning himself from the tobacco leaves. His protest came to an end when it met Cristian’s poisoned-like sight. On the other hand, the gaucho began laughing.
“My pale friend… those are not the political talks one enjoys after he is drunk. This is a war. If we won’t make those persons disappear, the whole Security will be on our neck immediately. If we succeed, we can continue our fight! Do you want to see your dream come true?”
“Yes…” said Ricardo with a perished voice. “But I don’t want the others working there to be hurt. Just the informers.” Cristian began to threaten Ricardo to shut up by showing his fist in such a way to show it hitting him. A potential argument between the two was avoided when the gaucho told the rest to move and attack.