DAMAGES, LOST PROFITS. 
Why is everyone blaming me for what happened? I just wanted to take the coal to the flea market to be able to sell. I never wanted to hurt him, he was already used to carry coal, never felt upset, he was ready, he was very willing. You learn to know them well, you already know when they do not want to carry something, alert and ginger up her big eyes and bow their heads. But he was not loose, it smile every time I leave the ranch saw ready to cut wood for charcoal and accompanied me to load and carry. I always helped him. I remember that the poor always scared when I heard the train coming, when I heard the whistle stopped and shook his head in disapproval. Many times I also said that the train was loaded with coal, but that was not wood coal, coal that took him out of the bowels of Mma-land, "it was like opening the bowels of my mother and get to smash the gut. People say my fault, because he had a lot of coal, which was heavy, which was much for her age. What age? if he already had seven years, what happens is that it looked cute for the care that I gave. Also he knew and I know that carrying the same amount of carbon in all the early morning Monday.
He and I never got used to train and I think people on the other hand, in the village, either. Or goats, neither children nor nobody in this place. Since I have memory was already here, crossing the Peninsula from Uchumüin-South-North up Wüinpumüin say down to the sea and that is a big boat and takes the coal that the train was carrying, and then the train back to get more coal scraping the insides of Mma-la land-, which keeps the blood of our births and the umbilicus of newborns. My tata says that the train passes were the cemeteries of many families, but the train did not care, because he had to go out there, simply because the bones could be carried from one place to another and make a new cemetery, more beautiful and whiter than before, but the train could not do another way, no, he had to go out there and this was done, aja ... and this was done, the train keeps going every day and Las Mañanitas on Monday.
When I had to return to the village, it was like two days, I saw his blood was already dry, Kai-sun-is responsible for roasting and making the pool of blood in a dry husk of a color that has no name, perhaps dark, very dark, almost black, no, maybe dark purple, I do not know what name can be that color, color dried blood. Coal was still scattered on the floor. At that time I did not mind the bags of charcoal that were opened as if they were glued with saliva and not sewn with string, I only cared to cross quickly when I saw the train, I thought I had time, I actually had time, we would have had time both thinking about getting across the railroad tracks if he had whistled the whistle as he always did, and still does every day and the early mornings on Monday, but two days ago did not.
was the first time we had it so close, we always we kept the distance, we were always away from him as he passed and still I feel the power beneath my feet, moved my blanket, ruffled my hair and he moved his head in disapproval.
Rukarria Epinayú, claimed on several occasions Mushaisa, the donkey that the train had run over, but those of the train argued that where the accident had occurred there, a big banner, big, in which he said, says Wayuunaiki , the language of the Wayuu, "NNOJO PAAPÜIN PIKII Sunaina OUKTA `U Supun TÜRENKAT SULU. Which means: "NO TURN YOUR HEAD TO DEATH BY TRAIN." But Rukarria Epinayú "Is not know sign." GLOSSARY
Mushaisa: Means Coal.
Rukarria: My name Wayuu
Epinayu: Clan Wayuu, whose totem animal is the deer, but some argue it is the donkey but the donkey arrived with the English.
