Alejandro
The small industrial plane lands on the small landing field in the middle of the field we designed especially for that purpose. The two girls at the back squeak in confusion as and fear as we quickly loose height, the pilot, Jose, already impatient to be done with his work for the day so he can go home to his woman and kids. Both him and I hate those long trips to the capital and we make it so they are as rare as possible and long in-between. We are simple, country people and the big city with its flashing lights and honking cars are not for either of us.
Just like our countryside with its humid hot air is not for these European women riding with us. They are already sweating, their expensive city clothes too heavy for our weather. The redhead one, the lady lawyer, tries to kee
