His name is Mario but he’s known as El Principe.
The drug cartels run the city. There is a war between them.
Lomas de Poleo is where they dump corpses: young pretty girls from the countryside who work at the local maquiladoras, foreign owned assembly factories where they get 5 dollars a day;
I fly into the murder city in the late afternoon, windy and dry: glimpses of the desert and the fence along the Rio Bravo, a huge white painted sign on the hill saying “Read the Bible”…