When I was only two years old my father and I killed a man in the kitchen of my grandfather's house in the village, with two small pistols my father and I pulled up the trigger. After this, when I was five years old my mother said to my friend Alfonso and to me we were going to kill a man that had abused her. We three got on a lorry and my mother put a gun in my hands and I pointed the man's forehead and I shot and killed the man.

Many people will think the two murders have influenced my life negatively, or even that it is something scary and obscure. Nothing so far away from the end we shall watch, because the two murders hide some sequences that will make everyone laugh to tears, so funny it is.

Of course the final destiny must be none-the-less but strongest communist soldier, leader of an International Offensive against fascists, Capital's henchmen and bourgeoisie accomplice, Capital's soldiers and henchmen slaughters and severe wrongs must be punished and accomplices looking away must be punished too.They all were not with us. We do not owe anything to cruel, mediocre and mean lacquers of Capital. Peoples rise to Glory only to these who have fighted against Misery and Poverty. 

I was very grateful to my father when I got to know my parents had enlisted me in the Peoples Army, knowing for sure I would some day be very proud of it.

Catharsis of the People Poor, Plenitude and Paradise.

The short story contains many very well known deeds which I narrate as first witness and involved in them.