Excerpts from
The Jaguar at the End of the World
By Kåre Bluitgen
You are a fool, EI Patron. To leave a loaded hunting rifle about. No
one would dare to enter your house, you thought. Everyone knows
it's there, but no one would dare touch it. The workers steal like
toucans, but only from each other. Not from my house! That's what
I once heard you say to Don Mercado. You own everything, the land,
the huts, the river and the graves. Even people's souls, so you think.
You behave like a god. And inhuman, that's what you are, But you
are no god. Rather a leech. Yes the sort of leech folk can squeeze out
of their thighs after a stretch in the river, that's what you are. Or
maybe an ass's turd. Yes, El Patron, you're a vile, half leech, half ass
shit!
Translated by Anne Born
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