Ivanildo took me to the bus depot around 4:30 a.m. The bus driver was wide-eyed. “Two buses just pulled in full of bullet holes. They were robbed an hour up the road we will be traveling on.” “How many bullet holes?” Thinking. Thinking. “Six.” After a few more questions I gave my notebook computer to Ivanildo to take back home. Happily, we had no incidents. The 300 mile ride took over twelve hours of steady bumping along through very picturesque country.
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