“Good. So on which side are you going to fight?”5 A perplexed Demetrio buried his hands in his hair, scratched his head for a moment, and said: “Look, don’t ask me questions like that, I’m not a school-boy here. This little eagle that I wear on my hat, you gave me that . . . So you know that all ya have to do is say: ‘Demetrio, you do such and such,’ and I’ll do it, end of story!”
