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"This is the law in Medellin,
governing
forward to Earth. Take note. "
Fernando Vallejo," The Lady of the Assassins. "

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Medellín, Colombia, Latin America. Land of disenchantment, violence and confusion, poverty, corruption, politics, poverty. Bread days reflected in the prose of writer Fernando Vallejo, our misanthropic character-author. The narrator of a decrepit reality, where both rich and poor, fall into their circular sins. The above greedy below the rabid, fighting a fault that they are both owners and players. As a result, a charming violence, so common as Mrs. Death, our eternal companion (friend). What do
up there to fix this? Then fighting and stealing, great solution "And down there? Great also kill and steal. The solution to this is, because no, complement each other in a vicious circle of corruption and unforgiven, where law and the constitution is nothing more than paper with ink, the moral one shot - of a hitman - Air and death as governor.

However, we have a society victim and victimizer of these large estates. What lies in a company undervalued, lost, without looking up from where the leak is eternal rest and the damned will continue to live.

Let us, then, as society has turned to a Christian-pagan, which is the only existing lifeline. Imagine, going to church, and finds hundreds of young Catholics praying to the representations, "not beautiful? But he knows that is the background of this prayer: first, young people are hired (the gunman is a hired murderer) asking the Virgin not to miss the next shot murderer, do you feel beautiful now? This is love: the churches on Sundays are crowded, especially behind, where a scent is rested and happy young people listening to breathe, is the smell of cocaine lighting. Still, this is the only element linking the narrator to his past Medellín, religiosity. For though the prayers vary, devotees are restricted to the most ancient religious traditions for their parcels.

On with the people who live in the communities and themselves. First, the communes, violent slum, stationed in the outlying heights of Medellín, called Medal of Vallejo. In these places taking part the vicious scenes that will undoubtedly present in the rest of Latin America, whether in the favelas of Brazil, the Chilean population in the Bolivian altiplano, or highlands. Ironic position closer to the sky for long descent into hell. It is here in the Medal, which created the famous Assassins, true representatives of a youth abandoned and resentful because of the despair and resentment. What do they do these famous Assassins? Kill. "On behalf of whom? Of drug traffickers, then ... for love. And it seems to be in the name of God, the Devil appears in person. And the fault is not theirs, they did not choose to kill, they chose to kill them, therefore, is nobody's fault ... sorry, we would like the winner is - drum roll - the company! Hermosa feedback!

Now to the press. The harbingers of death and regeneration of this withering evil. Playing on a chessboard with an arm that moves the chips, called general public. No doubt the king and queen are the rich and the state, the peasants, the illiterate, the ignorant, manipulated. Even more disenchanted with multiple daily obituaries, collapsed by Sicarii and Exterminating Angel.

With that last still to our next topic. The councilor of Medellin, Death, so busy the poor. The Hitmen have been dedicated to doing a great job of helping drug traffickers and reducing the number of convicts, so much so that public service has failed to supply, if not even reach the beds for all the dead!
But this is why. We know that death ruled Medellin and not the law, that the Assassins are responsible for killing, doctors to cure and overflowing morgues. But the real reason for this is that death has become law. First was killed by order, that's fine. But now that people are already se acostumbró, ahora se sigue haciendo por inercia, por instinto y sobre todo por venganza, si no era por encargo era por venganza. En verdad se mata por todo, porque me caes mal, porque me diste un codazo o me dijiste un garabato e incluso por llevar la radio muy fuerte, por absolutamente todo, nada se escapa. La muerte es la ley absoluta, después de ella no hay nada más. Es la violencia en su forma más pura. Les repito, la dictadora.

Querían quedar impunes, ja, los políticos, cómo se nos iban a escapar. ¿Inocentes? Ni pensarlo, pero tampoco más culpables que los demás. Pues todos viven al límite de su propia culpabilidad. Son un virus que utilizan como medio de reproducción el narcotráfico and corruption. You do not become political masters the Lesos. We have a good and bad news. Good, that's naive not to sin. The bad news is that all the rest itself, remember that this is being sentenced as if still living. Steal from the people, fattening their pockets and throw the end (of stealing of course), why not better engaged to resolve? Clearly this is not its purpose, but had begun to try to do it the right way, I repeat, a good way.

But all is not doom in society, of course not. After all, the work of Vallejo is not just that, so ignore the love story between Fernando and Alexis would a crime. For the narrator of this novel, which insistidamente shows his total disillusionment with the current reality, the relationship with the teen gunman, Alexis, is the exhaust. An encounter with the true feelings of tenderness and affection. That love affair has homosexual character is irrelevant to the background story, but it can be an autobiography of the author concept. Each passage of play which tells the passion with which these two beings immersed in the most uncomfortable of positions within a violent and misguided society, suggests that there is still some grain of salvation. Impossible to put aside the hope, is something we would be without it really?

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that the above sentence in any way is not it, that better then you turn around one hundred and eighty degrees. Discuss how the story and its union with the merits, would not be bad at this point. The vitality of Vallejo's narrative shows us firsthand with who we really are getting into. A famous Latin American as some would catapult initiator of a new literary trend on the continent. His acid criticism, his aggressive language, the emotion of his story are perfectly formed in his writing, as the reader may feel consumed by the story, or blinded by his criticism. No full stop, but abundant coma and the end point, this undoubtedly gives an appearance that he was sitting in our living telling us the trip to his homeland. His scribbled our vocabulary reflects the violence of our own language and reflections that appear at times less suitable express the transience of life that we are condemned to lead. When we can convince all that, comes the remise, as anticipated by the unexpected ending of the love story: Part of parcero doin '(friend) and then quickly dismissed, leaving conversándote evidence was not in the living room, but the street or on the bus where they met.

Finally, after all the scribbling, do we have left. We have denoted the depressing nature may not return behind a society. In a society thief, murderer, immoral, lost, gone ... really, what is left ...

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This paper was written jointly by Loyola Cristobal Matias Callejas and who writes on the occasion of a literary competition held last year. In the event we got a remarkable participation, even when we thought we could have done better.