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The Columbian cocaine dealer, arguably the richest and most violent criminal in history, wrote this letter on the day of his 44th birthday, which would eventually be his last day on Earth. He was feeling restless and tired, so he writes to his fellow narcotics kingpin in Florida, Carlos Ledher.

Medellin, 2 December, 1993

Estimado Carlos,


I hope that you are doing as well as can be expected and that this letter finds you in good health. I am not much of a letter writer nor were we ever close friends, so you must be as surprised as I am that I am writing this letter, but today for some reason I found myself wanting to do this, for you better than anyone can understand the difficulty of my circumstances and the wretchedness I feel now that the futoure future seems more and more difficult to predict.
As you may have heard, things have become rather unpleasant for me these past few months and I find myself a fugitive from hypocritical government, I thank God for my people, for they have given sanctuary during these long months. I don't know what the outcome of my escape will be, but I can assure you that I will not be joining you in a Florida jail, for if you had known what the results of your extradition would be, you too would have done everything in your power to stop it. But I'm getting so tired; I miss my family so much, especially my kids, and though my people have been quite generous, a man of my position should not be forced to live this way. I did not make my wealth or acquire my power to be living like a fu*kin' rat.
Sometimes I do feel that I did go too far with the kidnappings and the bombings, especially because as a consequence my little girl has had to grow up under constant persecution; and though I can understand that the deaths of all those people antagonized the country against me, you understand why it had to be done. The stupid and corrupt government, had to be made to understand that I was serious about not allowing myself be handed over the gringos. To be sentenced to 130 years in jail with no possibility of ever again being in the bosom of my family or to set eyes on my beautiful country was unacceptable. I don't know if you are able to understand this, since you are part gringo anyway, because you can't tell me that living among them for fifteen years did not change you. But you are also Colombian and some part of you must understand why I will never be forced to leave my country while I'm alive, as I have said, I prefer to be in a grave in Colombia than in a jail cell in the United States.
I still find it difficult to understand how I came to be in these circumstances. I must admit that I was not surprised when you were captured, you know I always felt you are too much of a big mouth and a bragger, but I must also admit that never in my wildest dreams did I or any of our associates ever expect the harsh sentence you got. Unlike you, I have always preferred my anonymity and a more subdued type of life style, all right, I know some people feel that my style of living was somewhat ostentatious, but what else was I supposed to do with my money? Other businessmen such as ourselves have had the opportunity to display their wealth without having to be persecuted. And how can they forget all I have done for the poor. Remember that I am known as the Paisa Robin Hood, and I am very proud of that. Even the government officials can not deny that I have done things for the poor that they in their miserable lives have never come close to doing.
And besides I have behaved as a man must. They say I am a terrorist, I say that a man is supposed to fight for his family and his possessions, and if he has to use a gun to defended them, so be it. Was I suppose to behave like a miserable maricón, and let them take my dignity and my honor from me? Never!
But now I find myself in this miserable situation, how did it ever get so crazy? I really thought that after giving myself up the first time, everything was going to be all right, every aspect of my surrender was done according to my terms and La Catedral was not too difficult to endure. It was the kind of jail a man of my position and wealth should be in. It was comfortable, I was surrounded by my boys, had regular visits by my family and friends, I even had my garden in the back and the guards were good boys and easy to bribe. But then they had to decide to move me without warning me first! What was I suppose to think, but that they had sold me out to the damn gringos? I've been told that I was wrong, that if I had stayed I would have just been taken to another jail, and even if that were true, though I doubt it, there is nothing I can do about that now.
I am so tired Carlitos and writing on this damn typewriter is driving me crazy. I think I am going to call my family now, they have just returned from Germany and I need to talk to them. So I will say good bye. Take care of yourself.
Abrazos,

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Quotes from Pablo Escobar, The Cocaine Godfather:

"I am a decent man who exports flowers."

"All empires are created of blood and fire."

"I can replace things, but I could never replace my wife and kids."

"Everyone has a price, the important thing is to find out what it is."

"There can only be one King."

"Sometimes I am God, if I say a man dies, he dies that same day."

"They are two hundred million idiots, manipulated by a million intelligent men."

His famous maxim was:
"Cum finis est licitus, etiam media sunt licita"(when the end is lawful, the means also are lawful).

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