“I’m beginning to feel like a pornographer,” Giorgio says as he takes the photographs. Violence porn, Pablo thinks. He wonders if Óscar will really put these images on the pages of his newspaper. A lot of papers do. It’s become a new industry, la nota roja, tabloids with pictures of the dead—the bloodier the better—hawked by newsboys from street corners and traffic islands. You can make a lot of money taking photos for la nota roja, and Pablo wonders if Giorgio is tempted.
