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In the late 1970s, as Spain was adrift between the death of Franco and the rebirth of democracy, people were moving from the poor south to the cities of the north in search of a better life. But the work, when there was any, was poorly paid and the housing squalid. Out of this world of limited opportunities a generation of delinquents arose whose prospects were stifled and whose rebellion would be brief and violent One summers day in Gerona a bespectacled, sixteen-year-old Ignacio Caas, known to his few friends as Gafitas, is working in an amusement arcade, when a charismatic teenager walks in with the most beautiful girl Caas has ever seen. Zarco and Tere take over his pinball machine and his life. Thirty years on and now a successful criminal defence lawyer, Caas has tried to put that long, hot summer of drugs, yearning and delinquency behind him. But when Tere appears in his office and asks him to represent El Zarco, who has been in prison all this time, what else can Gafitas do but accept. A powerful novel of love and hate, of loyalty and betrayal, of true integrity and the prison celebrity can become, confirms Javier Cercas as one of the most thrilling novelists writing anywhere in the world today.

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Javier Cercas

Outlaws

For Ral Cercas and Merc Mas.

For the gang, for forty-odd years of friendship.

We get so used to disguising ourselves to others that, in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.

Franois de la Rochefoucauld

Part I. Over There

Chapter 1

Shall we begin?

Yes, but first let me ask one more question. The last one.

Go ahead.

Why have you agreed to write this book?

Didnt I tell you already? For the money. Im a writer, thats how I make my living.

Yes, I know, but is that the only reason you agreed?

Well, its not every day you get an opportunity to write about a character like El Zarco, if thats what you mean.

You mean you were interested in Zarco before you were asked to write about him?

Of course, isnt everybody?

Yeah. Anyway, the story Im going to tell you isnt Zarcos story but the story of my relationship with Zarco; with Zarco and with. .

Yes, I know, weve talked about that too. Can we begin?

We can.

Tell me when you met Zarco.

At the beginning of the summer of 1978. It was a strange time. Or thats how I remember it. Franco had died three years earlier, but the country was still governed by Francos laws and still smelled exactly the same as it did under Franco: like shit. I was sixteen years old back then, and so was Zarco. We lived very near each other, and very far away from each other.

What do you mean?

Do you know the city?

Roughly.

Thats almost better: the city today has very little in common with what it was back then. In its way, Gerona at that time was still a post-war city, a dark, ecclesiastical dump, encircled by the countryside and covered in fog all winter; Im not saying that todays Gerona is better in some ways its worse Im only saying its different. At that time, for example, the city was surrounded by outlying neighbourhoods where the charnegos lived. The words fallen out of fashion, but in those days it was used to refer to immigrants from other parts of Spain whod come to Catalonia, incomers, people who generally didnt have a cent to their name and whod come here to try to get by. . Though you already know all this. What you might not know is, as I was saying, at the end of the seventies the city was ringed by charnego neighbourhoods: Salt, Pont Major, Germans S bat, Vilarroja. Thats where the dregs accumulated.

Thats where Zarco lived?

No: Zarco lived with the dregs of the dregs, in the prefabs, los albergues provisionales, temporary housing on the citys north-east border, set up in the fifties for the influx of workers and still in use somehow. And I lived barely two hundred metres away: the difference is that he lived over the border, across from where the River Ter and La Devesa Park marked the divide. I lived on Caterina Albert Street, in the neighbourhood now called La Devesa but back then it was nothing or almost nothing, a bunch of gardens and vacant lots where the city petered out; there, ten years earlier, at the end of the sixties, theyd put up a couple of isolated tower blocks where my parents had rented a flat. In a way it was also an incomer neighbourhood, but the people who lived there werent as poor as most charnegos usually were: most of the families were those of middle-class civil servants, like mine my father had a low-level position working for the council families who werent originally from the city but who didnt consider themselves charnegos and in any case didnt want anything to do with real charnegos or at least with the poor ones, the ones in Salt, Pont Major, Germans S bat and Vilarroja. Or, of course, with the people who still lived in the prefabs. In fact, Im sure that the majority of the people who lived on Caterina Albert (not to mention the people from the city) never set foot anywhere near the prefabs. Some perhaps didnt even know they existed, or pretended not to know. I did know. I didnt really know quite what they were and Id never been there, but I knew they were there or that it was said they were there, like a legend that nobody had confirmed or denied: actually, I think that for us, the neighbourhood kids, the very name of los albergues added a touch of prestige by evoking an image of refuge in inhospitable times, like an inn or a hostel in a tale of epic adventure. And all this is why I told you that back then I lived very near and very far away from Zarco: because there was a border separating us.

And how did you cross it? I mean, how did a middle-class kid make friends with a kid like Zarco?

Because at sixteen all borders are porous, or at least they were then. And also by chance. But before I tell you that story I should tell you another one.

Go ahead.

Ive never told anybody this; well, nobody except my analyst. But unless I do you wont understand how and why I met Zarco.

Dont worry: if you dont want it to go in the book, I wont use it; if I do use it and you dont like how it sounds, Ill cut it. That was the deal, and Im not going to break it.

OK. You know what? People always say that childhood is cruel, but I think adolescence is much crueller. In my case it was. I had a group of friends on Caterina Albert: my best friend was Matas Giral, but there was also Canales, Ruiz, Intxausti, the Boix brothers, Herrero and one or two others. We were all more or less the same age, had all known each other since we were eight or nine, lived our lives in the street and went to the school run by the Marist Brothers, which was the closest one; and of course we were all charnegos, except for the Boix brothers, who were from Sabadell and spoke Catalan among themselves. In short: I didnt have any brothers, just one sister, and I dont think Im exaggerating if I say that in practice those friends filled the vacant role of brothers in my childhood.

But in adolescence they stopped doing so. The change began almost a year before I met Zarco, when a new kid came to the school. His name was Narciso Batista and he was repeating his second year of high school. His father was chairman of the council and my fathers boss; we knew each other from having crossed paths a couple of times. So, also because our surnames meant we sat at the same desk (in the class list Caas followed Batista), I was his first friend at the school; thanks to me he made friends with Matas, and thanks to Matas and me he made friends with the rest of my friends. He also turned into the leader of the group, a group that up till then had never had a leader (or I hadnt been aware that it did) and perhaps needed one, because the essential feeling of adolescence is fear and fear needs leaders with which to fight it. Batista was a couple of years older than us, physically strong and knew how to make himself heard; besides, he had everything any teenage charnego might desire: to start with, a solid, rich, Catalan family (although he considered himself very Spanish and despised everything Catalan, not to mention catalanista, especially if it came from Barcelona); also, a large apartment in the new part of the city, a tennis-club membership, a summer house in SAgar and a winter one in La Molina, a 75cc Lobito to get around on and his own place on La Rutlla Street, a tumbledown old garage to spend the evenings listening to rock and roll, smoking and drinking beer.

Up to here, everythings normal; from here on in, nothing was. I mean in just a few months Batistas attitude towards me changed, his sympathy turned into antipathy, his antipathy into hatred and his hatred into violence. Why? I dont know. Ive often thought I was simply the scapegoat Batista invented to ward off the groups essential fear. But I really dont know; the only thing I know is that in a very short time I went from being his friend to being his victim.

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