ABSTRACT
On the eve of the Liberator’s birthday, 24th of July, 1990, Virgilio took Mission to a different part of the mountain. This was Quiballo, and Katy’s lip curled in disgust for it was ugly and contemptible, the part of the mountain to which people went to do bad things, she said. Huge crowds would come for the Liberator’s birthday, he was told, but by the time he and Virgilio arrived at eight that night, only one car was there, the place was gloomy beyond words, and Mission’s despair reached bursting point, as though Quiballo gave license to vent his troubled feelings about the mountain as a whole.
