Now for something different. 'The Accountant'.

The road, was a mish mash of cobbled stones, dirt & fallen branches from the surrounding trees. It twisted & turned on a continuously ascending gradient. We eventually arrived at the front gate. The gardener let us in & as I waited in the drive way I was surprised by the simplicity of the place. It had once been the headquaters of a multi-billion dollar industry. It just looked like an ordinary house now, would have known. Finally, a half hunched over middle aged man, dressed in an unassuming blue pants & tired looking white shirt approached. As he got closer he removed his glasses to remove dust from the lense & in so doing, he exposed the damage done to his eyes by a failed letter bomb attack from a few years earlier. I was introduced by the interpreter & received a handshake that had been given too many times to be bothered to be done more assertively. We entered his home that had become a living musuem. Photo's of his infamous brother graced the walls. After a short tour, we eventually sat down in what was once a study. Before we got going he insisted on putting his brothers famous hat on. He couldn't get comfortable & twisted in his chair like a kid would do when pulled into the principles office for smoking. After receiving some water from his assistant, we finally got going.

How did it all start?
What most people fail to realise about my brother is that he was very smart. He knew what would work & make money. So when he saw the opening in the market he took it. He knew someone eventually would, so why couldn't it be him.
What was your role?
I was mostly doing the 'clean' jobs. Setting up meetings, finding new routes, the logistics. I was the 'real' brains of the operation ( laughs ).
During the height of the cartel wars, when people where getting killed, many of which were just innocent bystanders. Did your conscience not haunt you at night.
When it's all happening, you don't get a chance to see it that way. You living in the moment, living day to day. You don't have the time to think that way.
If you had the chance, would you do anything differently.
It's not an easy question to answer. Back then we could justify our actions by pointing out the schools, houses & football fields we built. I won't sit here & say that we never had good lives, cause that would be a lie. We lived really good, comfortable lives. We had everything you could possibly want. So it's not an easy questions to answer.
How would you like the world to see your brother.
His image has been changed so many time to accomodate certain organizations. It's sad, cause who my brother 'really' was, the world will never know. I don't think they want to know. To many he was a saint & provider. To others he was a monster. To me, he was just my brother.
At this point I was told that I had to stop.
We hung out for a while. Getting shown some old family photo's. Eventually though, as the sun changed the complexion of the city, it was time to leave. His farewell handshake was as the first, without much emphasis. I was left feeling slightly odd by the last few hours. A once powerfull man had now become a musuem or tour feature. Reduced to nothing more than some sort of novelty attraction. The worst part of it all, he knew that as well.