''A day at the races''
Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria in his racing suit at the Renault Cup, Bogota Colombia in 1979. For me, the most difficult thing in this portrait was coming face to face with those piercing eyes that frightened me so much as a child when I sat next to him in Medellin.
Although at the time I didn't know he was a drug dealer and a killer,there was always something about him that sent a shiver down my spine whenever I met him. He almost always raced with ''uncle Gustavo'' as I called him (one of the Gaviria Brothers).
Between them, they set up the infamous Medellin Cartel. In my book ''First Born'', it is uncle Gustavo and Pablo that escape from the little house where my young teenage mother met her death.
Drawing this portrait has brought back all those terrible dark days flooding back.
I think of my poor young mother's tragic death almost every day.
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