I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked for my brother and told him that Mono Rubio was at my party, ruining my only personal space and tormenting my life.
My brother didn’t hesitate, he found him and to the astonishment of the guests, he grabbed him by the collar and kicked him out.
With Mono Rubio outside, my Bar Mitzvah concluded and with my thirteen years, which meant maturity in the Jewish religion, I took a decision: no more Ken, no more Hebrew School, no more Mono Rubio, Abraham, and Ernesto’s children, no more La Sabana; from that night on, Los Yoses. declared itself an independent neighborhood.