I told him that if he didn't let go of my brother I was going to kill him and the damned man laughed at my face and shouted at me: "I fuck you too, you fucking boy!" But when he saw that I was walking angry with a devil's face, the damned man released my brother and, pretending to be an idiot, went out into the street and did not return until the next day. When morning came, his drunken shitty wife accused us of stealing her money. That furious day she told us: -You have to bring, apart from the usual thousand soles a day, another equal bill to answer what they have stolen from me, you fucking thieves! This is how they treat us when they want more money. Sometimes they beat us when the very cowardly old man comes with his friends the Crazy Horse, the Black, the Egg. They grab us in a group and take the shit out of us if we haven't given up that day or if we have something pending.