In the previous chapter: 1 - Saldivar and Flaco
A pair of peregrine falcons nest on the lightning rod of the station. When morning and every evening, the male usually fly over the area at low altitude. The district offers a sky Sonkoy easy: no buildings, very occasionally may be a two-story building, the rest are just houses. The ash and willow height gain and protrude above the roof. In flight, the peregrine falcon enjoy the green patches in the tops of the trees, playing with the silvery reflections of the plates of some ceilings and is careful not to fall. Is that from below the picture is not so pure. Looking up from any corner, it imposes the tangle of cables running through every street, slashing the sky against the light. Also trimmed in black on blue, aluminum rods bent of old TV antennas broken by the wind and disuse. Even now, every so often, you can see satellite dishes, round, futuristic for the context.
Sonkoy is the largest shantytown in the city of Independence. 20 years ago was an illegal occupation that were assembled on the poor boxes, then it was a settlement, and eventually became barrio. Now their houses are all material. The walls, many without reboque, provide a sample of the bricks more diverse, but the common mortered front or uneven in some secondary wall; neat brick ridge beyond saving, the gaps in orange or most of reinforced gray cement blocks.
Promotion Society "Sonkoy", off the square, was intended for a destination that has yet to reach greatness. Raised from the roof slab which reinforcement of all the columns of a first floor that never came to be. Twisted, rusted iron rods poking these air as dry straw only serve to highlight the unfinished project, the desires truncated. Paint the front does not respect the details: ends, frayed, inches before the door frame, drops, drained on the sidewalk, without sockets will limit mark. With each storm water its green hue washed some more.
Over time the dirt roads had the best asphalt. Then he won Sonkoy definitely the status of district and left the village more derogatory name for the bottom, an area adjoining that exposure to flooding, was deserted during the early years. There after, came to make their boxes the poorest of the poor. In the village the landscape is made of wood, metal and scrap. The streets crowded only by horse-drawn carts and bicycles are being ground and raise dust or muddy absurdly rainy days. At the bottom thieves took refuge in the area, stolen cars are disassembled and each is therefore the cops fired shots with the kids or each other jets, adolescents with no future, but not too immediate future: directly without this.
III-"Or is that now we are all little saints and we were shocked of politics, eh?"
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