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barrio. Every day she identified more with the Great Latin American Social Breach. But what neither the rechristened employees nor The Country Bible herself suspected was the split suffered by the fried-chicken vendor who would bring together the proletariat struggle and business interests in the events of October 2nd.
    The following day, she received a notice from management. The workers demanded the traitor be burned. But they didn’t fire her. Because there was a superstition in the business that it was best to have at least one Country Bible at the counter to protect them from secondhand witchcraft. They suspended her for one week.
B) Sunnyside Up
    She took advantage of her free time, with masterful use of forceps, to strengthen her ties to the Communist Party. Piracy, like LSD at the very beginning, was legal until the lunatics at the CIA decided that it wasn’t, that all those stoned adolescents shouldn’t listen to Violeta Parra all the time. They launched an attack they could have called You-Will-Cry against everyone involved in commercial piracy. So The Country Bible’s hobby changed. It transformed into something along the lines of Shit, dude, I didn’t bring the Serrat, but on this CD I have a Word version of the Communist Manifesto.
    She became a wizard in everything that had to do with PCs and information. She was in charge of distributing copies of the CDs with instructions for the movement. From her post in the historic district, she would distribute records with covers that featured Paulina Rubio, El Viejo Paulino, Alejandra Guzmán, Polo Polo. In truth, they did not contain the hits of the day, nor poems recited by Paco Stanley, but rather specifications for a demonstration by the merchants from the Plaza de las Tres Culturas that would take place October 2nd.
    The conflict had begun because of an uproar among peddlers. At the time, a kind of street market had grown around the merchants, but everyone gathered there had been rudely kept down by the cops. Sick of the abuse and ready for a fight with the Díaz Ordaz government, the merchants organized and subscribed to the PC.
    During a march on August 31st, TV cameras captured a dramatic moment: A young woman wearing a chicken-vendor uniform joined the protest. The young woman was The Country Bible herself, who had decided to wear her yellow suit, fuck people’s retinas. Her only other option was to have gone as Chabuca Granda.
    This would change the direction the festivities would take. From the burning of the Judas figure, to the costumes worn decades later in gay pride marches, to the celebration of goals scored on the field—every apotheosis would be affected, on its outside, at its core, and in all the places where anti-wrinkle cream is effective, by The Country Bible’s proposed innovations on that historic date. The Díaz Ordaz government, which had always looked upon the merchants with red-rimmed eyes, now rushed to support them, terrified of the idea that the merchants could affect the buildup to the next Olympic Games.
    Life went on like a giant jar of horchata. In Tlatelolco on October 2nd the merchants and the army faced off. The events created a deep black hole in the history of Mexico. A myth grew about thousands dead and disappeared. The officials claimed the merchants had begun the shooting. It was whispered that a special group of peddlers, the Olympic Battalion, had infiltrated the soldiers and begun firing. That was when those up front let themselves go.
    The army was now prepared to confront the merchants, whose weapons were like water pistols in comparison to those of their opponents. After the massacre, nonstop butchering was visited on the survivors. The merchants tried to run and hide in the apartments around Tlatelolco and its surroundings; they looked everywhere for hiding places, even under the last metro ticket, but it was useless. Hundreds were captured. Some were tortured, and others disappeared. It was all fucked up.
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