U criley how about the volume, Roboldo Pancho, not well, what he sees the story for And now you know what the turn is, the story And that hole the turn And of the story hear me do friends, today I bring you a story and other times, time of anguish, sadness, nor time that Nicaragua lived and suffered the man from inland long ago. Oygan I' m leaving you hear. Pablo Huete was young, friend, strong
and hardworking, a man who was soon to marry a good girl. Pablo Huet I would tell you in a small hamlet an of the news run as fast as the lightning to me I think. And of course, news like that, for they not only ran, but also had restless ones. All the people had no newspapers or radio at the time, and all they could see was exaggerated news brought by the travelers. Ho the country was at war
and the people, for of course much commented on what was hated. Paul, I would like to be the young man to see how the country is defended, for I would like to do the old man so that I do not have to go and kill people I do not know. And besides that they are of my own blood, Oh, Paul, no, they are not of your own blood. The problem of the coast is serious and Nicaraguan.
It' s against foreigners, not men, not Nicaraguans. You have to wear as a man, tie your pants real for something that young and youth go. We' re lost. Men. Fucking and my milpay will come better times and you' re gonna have milpas and crops without the war ' s glooms. But first you have to fight, Paul, those are part of the sacrifice. You have to fight to keep what God has given you, and the penchita is waiting for us to get married and you have
to wait, man, amber, it will be true. Everything people have been telling will be true. Danchon I believe half of what they say. I' m going to say a colla. When the river sounds stone carries, that' s how old niijien is going to be inventing cochas about a problem that we all know, the coastal thing. It had to burst from
one moment to the next. Ay mi yunta of footprints that I just bought and the plow and ranch that I am already making, Pablo, is that what serves the ranch, the oxen, the silence, the thousand feet, the women if you do not have peace of mind to live. Is it my fault, then, well, then, peace is won by fighting. Well, unfortunately, war is so cruel. But after the war comes peace. Believe me, doncho, if you have to fight, then no way
I' m going to fight. That' s the way to talk, but you win, I don' t have, it' s the least I want. I wouldn' t want to have to go to war. Boy, boy, I had your youth and your strength, what a time I would have gone to the army. I still believe Don Chon that the things that count are invented. Panfilo' s chick. He' s a very serious man. Hue on the side, done the tale, there, the thing is hard. He' s lying. He' s a very serious man. He says that every managua has been mobilized, that a thousand
soldiers came out of León, that the populations are at war. But what am I going to be jo don Chon if we handle weapons of any kind other than pisses twenty- two hours rabbits men like that one is born has learned man, for you have to first compromise, yes, you have to be recruited. Then they' ll teach you Bronchon and wave recruits a chao chan. What' s this better cho. Let' s keep talking, right now we' re going to make the felipa more nervous. What was
Felipa, that went well. They say the thing' s bad, the coke' s bad. They say they' re coming here to rule people. The war is fine, the country' s made is at war. Don' t get any sha felipa nerve. People always make up men and there are already soldiers and they' re going to recruit all the young ah less bad than us. We don' t have kids. Ah well. Well, add to the kitchen to keep cooking felipa and don' t talk
about it isn' t worth it altogether. We, children, have you noticed, Pablo, you can' t stay like this, so quiet. I' m going to try to take care of your milpa while you return the yoke of oxen. Also the gua take care, man and the tenchita also good. If it' s a matter of her. I guess if he loves you, he has to wait for you. If they don' t want to wait for you, they don' t deserve it' s
the gas. Your wife Bai and every young man between the ages of eighteen and thirty- five and my obligation to report to the local barracks to make life of training signed from ferino sources department chief political and friend and had to
leave everything. Pablo Huerte, the country called him. He left his little ranch to half make Sumilpa bloom in the bright and green ears, his yunta de Güey, his tenchita, migo, gave up his illusions of getting married, left everything all to himself and went to fight to s That war lasted several days and the gaston and as I tell you, there was no communication
in the newspaper. At that time, the news often came in form and the government communiqués, because, as they were always short and always hidden the truth or the house, the days passed by my thing and the war was still finer. It was known from combat in different places that people died loved ones arriving and in the hamlet of Pablo. Many beautiful yamic things had happened. Oh, poor Paul, today will be if the poor man knows what happened here. Don' t talk Chan, don' t talk Andos was
the doctor who was better off not talking and the little girlfriend. Pablo and I didn' t want to if they knew. They took her or son of children, took her away, the bandits wanted her to cook in the troops and Paulo ran away what Paulo is going to say, when he comes, what can be, who knows, it flies they say that all those who went to fight died. Not a single one came back. These are the horrors of the war, horrors that Nicaragua has experienced. Sienes of times
Gurberto, desolation, ruin, bandit, pole you love everywhere. I don ' t know how that war ended Gilberto, but at last you ended up hearing and those who went to fight didn' t come back at all. The people said that they had fought to death and the government, therefore, sent the pesteme to the family of the fallen in the case of Pablo Huete, because he had no family, there was no one to give the pes to Me Golberto, to Naide, but wait for me to tell him the
story. Wait for my friends and man began again to forge his land after the war, for peace came. Of course everything was in rhyme. We had to start another return friend, plough the fields, clean them flat,
remove the blood, spill and open grooves for evil and beans. In Pablo ' s farmhouse, that old friend of his was passing his illness, he was sitting in the corridor of his ranch when suddenly I ask to come no longer inside a known figure and a leap of emotion and happy Felipa, Felipa tells me wrong what he uagels Paulo Huete boss, it seems that he is not his soul. They say they all died, or Felipa' s him the boom I' m gonna hit him. He' s him, he
' s friends in the middle. I wasn' t coming anymore. Pablo Huete' s bearded. Who knows how many days he had to walk in the jungle without eating anything and wake away from everything, for a half smile came to his lips. When the old man who approached him lives, Pablo Pablo Huete spoke to you, they did not really kill you. I' m Don Chowpore, son, and they didn' t kill me. I killed a lot of people. Finally, I got lost on the mountain. “ I have a half- lost walk come niche for the bag,”
he said you need to lie down and rest me. You' re skinny and pale, boy, but you went to war and you fought, you fought, yes, I fought, I fought and I killed a lot of people.“ Come,” he said,“ come with me to my carriage” Come here and that old friend took him almost to your friend He was very fond of you in his house. He took care of him,
reanimated him and, of course, because after that encounter inevitable came. They talked, they talked and they talked about everything and the Milpa, Donchón how about a thousand Pa said they burned her. The bathers burned it on the Junta de Bueyes. Son ate them that night when they occupied the small house and my Donchon ranch, he also burned with the Milpa. But I didn ' t worry you. You have to start over and the little tench will
answer Don Chon where is the tenchita? Well to her, to her what? She was taken as a cook, taken away, taken away by the banyoleros. Dad where you' re going, Pablo, he' s very weak. Dad, where are you going to go yesterday, boy? They ' re gonna kill you I' m gonna get her Don' t move, son Don' t lon chon or I' m coming with her. I' m not going back there I' m taking the horse. No, but boy, don' t be crazy kissy. You' re sick. Come Paul, Paul Weger, come son, come poor, boy,
poor, friend, lost everything. Paul ran away, and the little he had left left him abandoned. Never heard from him again. Guilberto said the people that the bandits had killed him And it' s that the tenchita died along with Nelwily and of this sad story, right, that' s what the people said the nden. I knew how positive that happened to Pablo Huete Wilberto, a sad story, but true, Gilberto, authentic, and this
is what Nicaragua has always lived through over the years. Yeah, man, when I don' t know if now, but pretty much you realize it ' s true that I' m playing