The Daily
The Sunday Read: ‘The Alienation of Jaime Cachua’
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Tourniquets, binoculars, knives, whistles, flashlights, water filters, fire starters, a snake bite kit, a firearm, a slingshot, a Bible. He drove by the small house where he'd grown up on the west side of Rome. The yard was overgrown, and a group of men idled on a corner. Probably drug traffickers, Skye said. I don't have much faith in humanity anymore.
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