Miguel

Standing in line waiting for the meals to be checked by the guards. Didn't mean to eavesdrop, it was just impossible not to do it.

- So, why's your son here?
- He's a rapist, attacked a boy, will be here next fifteen years, and yours?
- Drugdealer. Still is. We're taking everyone (but him) to Cancun next summer.

Met his father inside. His company was being investigated for fraud and smuggling. Talked about useless lawyers. Those fuckers.

Saw lady and her rapist son eating and inviting some tacos to Hans, the German guy who didn't speak anything but German and still managed to get 1k of Colombia's finest. Got caught at customs in Mexico's City's airport. Poor bastard. Everybody thinks Hans will learn Spanish soon given the fact that a) he's in a Mexican jail and b)has plenty of free time lately.

Urge to visit the toilet. Rushed in there. While taking a leak rapist son and Hans came in and closed the door.
Felt nervous.
Rapist and Hans just inhaled something then opened the door.
Felt relieved.
Left immediately.