Listen, on the Fifteenth Birthday, by the need to leave home I walked up the road. With four rags and very sad. On the left eye was lost in the dust. On the right only you could see the blue ribbon of asphalt swallowing. The sun in the zenith, he insisted that was not the best time to hitchhike. Fate decided it was to the north in a dirty truck carrying pigs, none so disgusting as his driver. My mouth, twice, was responsible for paying the flight ticket. Had just crossed the border, I thought that beyond the daily horizon things would be different.
Skinny, fat, tall, short, one-eyed, dirty, lame, bare, blond, blind, black, young, elderly or disabled. A variety that most do not deserve to be called men. They owned my body. They paid for it. Many things I was asked, out of respect, did not dare to ask their wives not to think!
soon learned to survive in the city. The butcher gave me the leftover cuts of sales the day after lie on the back on the table for deboning. The bread, whole bread and rolls that could consume in exchange for letting him see how her husband was riding with me. The manager of the pension scheme had to use your key, if you knew the disgust I felt when I rubbed. And what of the police to his club took over my body. It is true that thanks to him I got a corner in Chinatown in exchange for a percentage of my income. As the bastard pimp was good, whenever I tried to spend with the accounts given me a beating son of a bitch!
learned Greek, Turkish, French, Arabic, Russian, Thai, Cuban and Japanese. Not to speak precisely.
What other could I do if since I was little, little girl, my father taught me that my body was hers. My mother, while her hand was a bottle of gin, was not aware of anything. I never understood how something so painful to be part of education and the duty of a daughter.
Why did you release this film? Because I need honest with you. You know who I am. I want you to understand that I was never a whore. I pushed the circumstances.
with my friend tomorrow we will Tamaikén Drink, a thousand miles from here, where nobody knows us. Start again. With our savings and knowledge will set up a salon for women and goodbye to all this crap.
I had resigned myself to being a bitch existence until you showed up. I do not know who your father, I have no way of knowing I do not care.
need to learn to read to read your beautiful fairy tales and Prince Charming to have dreams that I never had. And dare I tell you now because you just have a couple of days of life.
I promise you will not get you. I swear, honey, what ever your body is yours.
Jorge V.
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