Arturo Malvido Conway

“In Mexico City, on August 11, 1997, my  beloved brother was killed outside his home. He was shot twice and taken to the Red Cross Polanco; after two operations where his body was almost divided to repair his damaged organs, after two days of iron will a sliver of bullet lodged in his pierced lung, he died, drowning in his own blood with a desperate grimace of suffocation.”