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–I will just tell this, and is the only thing: –I said– that if the Enemy be human, I am
sure that your enemy would be effective. Yes, Maidana: if the enemy be human I assure
that I would count with your support. That must be enough for you.
–But, what do you say? –He asked mockingly–. It surprise me that you, a person that I
respect for your honesty, demonstrate me that you resort to a simple escapism to avoid the
threat of the killers. You’re afraid and you don’t want to face the fact that sooner or later you
will be also attacked by the killers! Because if it’s not, if you were in your head, you would
comprehend that the killers are very humans.
–How? –I exclaimed involuntarily.
–Yes, Dr.; react –requested Maidana–. The killer are human begins: if they were not.
Why they would use knives and batons? –He asked with irrefutable policial logic.
It was a simple conclusion, absurd and elementally simple. But such reason I could not
accept it, I denied him; and for it, and for the future of Maidana, just a policeman of Salta.
–No! No! –I denied stubbornly– You don’t comprehend the nature of the Enemy. You
cannot help us.
I had locked myself in a lamentable infantile attitude, when the intervention of Uncle
Kurt surprised us.
–Yes, you can help us! –He assured.
We looked at him half.mouthed.
–Perhaps I can achieve that they give us back the corpses of Katalina and the children –
He suggested.
–Oh! –Suspired Maidana–. It is about a bureaucratic formality. It is other kind of help
what I have come to offer you, but don’t believe that I am going to defraud you if you ask me a
favour.
He observed his wristwatch and he added:
–Are the 2:15. Bad hour to do demarches. Neverthelees I’ll go to the local Commissariat
to inquire what happens with those corpses and then I will come back. Do not forget what I
said to you, Dr.! Meanwhile, consider my offer.

Chapter VI

The car of the Commisar Maidana climbed the slope of the exit path, and two hundred
meters ahead he went into the provincial route. Two fat women that awaited patiently,
approached and embraced, both at the same time: were the «mothers of milk» of Katalina and
Me. There it was very important that to be a «mother of milk», «son of milk», or «brother of
milk»; all started when to a good mother «was soured» for her baby, or not produced it in the
enough quantity: then was resorted to another mother, a stronger mother, that would have
calved her son on a near date, and was required her help to breast-feed both babies. The mother
of milk even if she was the strongest, with frecuency was also the poorest, because she was
usually a creole or Indian, perhaps already mother of many sons, who rendered willingly her
collaboration. And, of course, was paid for such services. But the retribution was another thing,

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