In 1986, musician Miguel Ankel Villabicensio was sitting with his friends at a restaurant

in a small town in El Chapade, Bolivia's tropical region.

At the time, this place was also an epicenter for cocaine production.

The owner of the restaurant interrupts his conversation and tells Miguel Ankel that

someone at the door is looking for him.

He gets up slowly, he starts walking toward the door and...

The first bullet went through his jaw before he even hit the ground.

The second bullet hit his spine.

He lay stunned on the ground and when he tried getting up, he noticed that his legs weren't

responding.

To make sure that he was dead, the gunmen fired two more times.

From Futuro Miria, it's Latino USA.

I'm Maria Inohosa.

His friends immediately threw him in the back of a pickup and rushed him through the

jungle to the nearest hospital.

And by the way, we hired an actor to translate Miguel Ankel's words.

The most probable is that he was going to die in the blood of the blood.

The most likely scenario was bleeding to death on the way to the hospital.

So when I realized that I was about to die, I decided to have a conversation with God.

Imagine a drug smuggler speaking with God, but that's what happened.

The way I saw it, drug smuggling was just a business.

It wasn't a crime.

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