Chapter 4
El-Dorado in the clouds The gang approaching from behind started to shot at us like crazy. There's no way they could aim properly on such a dumpy dirt road, but they don't seem to care about that, just shooting incessantly. And me in all this with that heavy load on my back... I stand out! It's hard to move! From the outside, it must look like one of those really old comical pursuit scenes. This is so embarrassing. Still, I guess it's better than dying with a grave face. But no matter how bad their aiming is, they're by car and we're by foot. As long as they're chasing us, we stand little chance. With that in mind, we're rounding street corner after street corner, alley corner after alley corner. "Big-bro, where are we even running to?" "You'll know when we get there." Jim looked pretty exhausted. I'm rounding one last alley corner and end up back on an avenue. Straight ahead, I can see a very unattractive bungalow made of ...