Now before I go into details I want my fellow readers to be assured that this is the truth am telling you and nothing else to hide or to conceal and if you knew me good you would have known the story from long time ago.
Sonya was a pretty baby girl and sweet and she had her father´s complexion and eyes and the rest she got it from her mom, Sonya was about one year old when Sally got pregnant again, under pressure and feeling choked my brother wanted to go out of this risky business he was in and wanted to go out clean.
He started to train with me again like the way we used to before and we used to train at the same time when we were listening to music like Enya ,Yanni and our favorite the lonely shepherd by Zamfir,I always tried to cheer him up the way he used to cheer me up and every now and then would ask him playfully if I could be his follower after he finishes with his gang, he would pierce me with his eyes, shoots a look at me that makes me cold sweat and lets me understand why he was such a revered and feared person in the underworld and why he had such success .
What I understood later on that my brother was involved in Mafioso shit like extortion, money laundry, hit kills, drugs and counterfeiting , now all this he did without my ma´s approval but I somehow found it cool not realizing the consequences and the jeopardy that could land on us all.
When Sally was pregnant with his second child he realized that his work would get him nowhere but to the grave, getting shot or killed in any other way for some reasons which would be justifying for the killer or the gang who ordered the hit, so he tried to get out at ease and with no hasty decisions or rushing into unneeded difficulties.
He had a nightclub, café and a coffee shop where they sell hash and weed all that he accomplished in three years of hard gang networking, criminal mind and a chess mastermind planning that shocked us and left us in wonder and awe .
1992 the first of May the countdown started to zero hour, I used to go to the nightclub to see my brother and to say hi to his fella´s but at that day he came with concerned look on his face that said a lot ,he grabbed me with both of his big hands and whispered in my ear (DON’T YOU FUCKING EVER COME HERE AGAIN)I was shocked to hear this from him and its really the very first time that I saw and heard him curse like that in front of me ,he was agitated angry and restless all the time when he comes home you couldn’t really breath easily cause the tension would close your chest and suffocate you with a feeling like a heavy stone just landed on your chest, leaving you like an asthma patient who got a choking fit that wouldn’t open or clear up.
Something was wrong, really wrong I don’t know what it was exactly but I knew enough that that was not my Alijandro that I knew and grew up with, the sweet Alijandro that he used to pick me up with his bear hands and spin me and throwing me up and down.
Until one day I heard screaming from the living room, I went there to see my ma was having a discussion with Alijandro , basically Alijandro was pleading ma to help him with anything and if she had any contacts with the Italian underworld so that he can flee over there and start his life a new, ma told him not every Italian is a Mafioso and even if she knew ,she told him that was the path that he chose from the start and she would never allow him to walk it again anywhere else, and then came the famous words that I will never forget in my whole life ,he said to ma (well then prepare yourself for your son´s funeral)and he stormed out the door.
The reality was that my brothers gang had turned on him when they knew he wanted out and they were trying eliminate him for good just to be sure that there is no come back for him, and my brother knew it, he could smell it in the air, he could feel it on his skin, after all he was a fighter and any fighter knows and feels when the danger surround you with its gloomy dark claws.
7th of May 1992 the day started with fun and laughter from everybody in the house , Sonya was playing with me , ma was baking some sweet and tasty pancakes, Alijandro came in with a broad smile on his face and saying that he just booked tickets for him and his family to fly out the country with destination unknown and that he had just to handle some paper work at his club and then he would be gone .
He whispered in my ear and told me don’t get too much ideas I will send for you when the time is right and when everything had cooled down a bit, and he gave me his familiar wink and then he left the house.
He was supposed to come home at 18:00 but he didn’t and to ma´s worries she sensed that something was wrong , I had no worries at all and told her I will go and see if he is in the club like he said , I went over there and as I approached the club I saw a group of people were standing outside and the closer I came to them I saw that they were my brothers goons , the hardest and toughest mother fuckers you would wish that you never have to cross their path ,otherwise it will end in blood , I noticed the minute they saw me they whispered something to each other and they all turned to face me smiling with their teeth glinting in the neon lights of the club.
Me; yo what´s up guys where is Alijandro?
Them; well he is a bit busy he will be right out in a minute.
Me; alright then I will go inside and see him cause I have something to tell him.
Them; oh there is no need for that we told ya he will be out you just stay right here boy (and one of them grabbed me with both hands hardly on my shoulders)
Me; ok can I just use the toilet I really need to pee (I sensed that something was really wrong here)
Them; alright no problem I will fellow you to the toilets said one guy with a smirk on his face.
We went to the toilets and the guy was standing guard outside the door, all of the sudden I hear a gunshot, I ran outside to see the guy´s leg bleeding like hell and my brother standing over him with a gun on the guy´s head, he didn’t say a word he just motioned to me to go and stand behind him and I did just I was told, then he grabbed my arm and swung me on my heels and we left the club from the back doors.
We ran and ran and he was oblivious to me that I came to him in the club after all the talk he told me never to come here and told me that they could have killed me or even worse hold me hostage, just when we thought we lost them I heard a gunshot and this time it wasn’t my brother´s gun, it was theirs and they were chasing us in a group of 16 guys, then the fate played its card on us and locked us in a dead-end alley, my brother told me to hide behind him and started blazing his gun like maniac on rampage but the dreadful sound came which was the empty gun sound (click,click,click).THIS IS PRINTED IN MY MEMORY FOREVER
He turned to me, his eyes were teary and blurring his vision and told me (is goed jongen het komt wel goed jongen maak je geen zorgen)it´s alright kid everything will be alright just don’t worry about it, he was standing and hugging me when I saw his white t shirt getting pierced by the bullets holes which rained on him and I saw how the holes were forming, one after the other , it took him 4 bullets to drop him down and with his last breath he hugged as hard as he could with his affectionate love and told me again everything will be alright don’t you worry brother i will protect you with everything i have in me!!.And with that my brother Alijandro died in my arms and after all he wasn’t worried about himself , he just wanted to make sure that I was alright and that’s THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE that he ever gave to me which I will never forget .
Ik zal altijd van je houden broer en ik zal je nooit vergeten .wanneer je weg was van mijn leven ,een stukje van mijn hart ging met jou mee lieve broer .I will always keep on loving you brother and I will never forget you ,when you went out of my life a piece of my heart went with you dear brother.