Also Known as Jihadi Page #3

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You could at least smile!

Mom...

I have a camping trip.

When?

October 12th.

It's just one night.

I suppose it's alright.

What is it?

Anything else?

I wanted to ask you something.

How did you know that dad was...

Well, not that...

that you liked him.

I dunno.

You get a feeling in your tummy like...

just different.

- Sounds strange.

- It is strange.

A mutual friend threw a party

and that's how I met him.

It was in a basement.

When he showed up,

he looked at me,

gave me a big smile,

and I just fell for him.

So, it was love at first sight.

You could say that.

At least for me.

Your dad played hard to get.

It took two months to win him over.

We became friends,

he talked to me.

I loved his eyes,

his way of putting things,

so earnestly.

And those glasses he wore!

- What's your story?

- What?

- What are you up to?

- With what?

- Don't beat about the bush.

- There's nobody.

Seriously.

I just wanted to know...

how it felt.

You fancy a classmate.

You fancy a classmate.

I could kill the little brat.

You're mine, all mine!

Mine, mine!

Who is it? Who is it?

Nobody.

Nobody.

What happened?

It was a set-up.

F***!

- Are you alone?

- Yes, I am.

- What happened?

- It was a trap.

Gallego, the son of a b*tch!

Are you alright?

- Let me see.

- What is it, Beto?

- Let me see.

- Stop it!

Let me see.

Tell me everything, dammit!

I got there 10 minutes early

to scout the place.

It looked OK. At the arranged time,

I turn the corner.

The guy's sitting on the sidewalk.

He gets up,

pretends to drop his wallet...

Son of a b*tch!

He stoops to pick it up...

He glances sideways.

I follow his gaze

and these two guys see me staring.

F***ers!

So I ran away,

firing three shots,

down into the tube station

and hid in a bathroom.

What's going on, Daniel?

We've been snitched on.

What do I know?

Sh*t!

Sh*t!

- Sure you were alone?

- Yes!

Hide, Juan!

You checked, Beto?

Yes, I checked!

Easy there, Vicky.

Easy.

Hush, please.

Here, baby.

Everything alright?

It was nothing, nothing.

Hi.

- I saw you yesterday.

- You did?

- Real good, that thing you do.

- Thank you.

I'm Ernesto.

Yes, I know.

I'm Mara.

Yes, I know.

Arms' length!

Ernesto, as you're new,

you have the honor of raising the flag.

I can't.

- What do you mean?

- It's just I don't want to.

Don't be shy, come on.

- I'm not going.

- Ma'am, can I go?

Coward!

Didn't they teach patriotism

in your province?

Coward!

Fight! Fight!

I can't figure this out.

To fight for not wanting

to raise the flag?

First time ever.

You see, Ernesto is very shy.

He doesn't like crowds.

We can't tolerate fighting.

But he's adjusting, isn't he?

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