"Hierarchy?" Revilla muttered to a passing macaw. "I’ve dealt with the Spanish parliament. I’ve looked into the eyes of bankers and kings. You think a few vines and some humidity frighten me? Listen, my friend, back in Polaciones, we have hills that would make these trees look like toothpicks."
As they lowered the rescue harness, Revilla paused to finish his chapter. He tapped the 'Close' button on the tablet and tucked it into his vest.
Revilla sat on a fallen log, swiping through the EPUB on his screen. "In the jungle," the text read, "one must respect the hierarchy of nature." Revilla, Miguel ГЃngel La Jungla epub
Miguel Ángel Revilla was never one for quiet retirements. At eighty-three, the former president of Cantabria was more recognizable for his anchovy-themed ties and blunt honesty than for any skill in survivalist tactics. Yet, here he was, standing in the middle of a dense, humid rainforest, clutching nothing but a leather-bound journal and a digital tablet pre-loaded with an e-book file titled La Jungla .
As the chopper climbed, Revilla looked down at the green expanse. He pulled out a pen and opened his journal. He had a new title for the sequel: The Jungle: Why the Monkeys Understand Economy Better than Madrid. If you enjoyed that, let me know if you want: A version of the story A story focusing on the actual contents of his real books A satirical take on Spanish politics in the wild "Hierarchy
By day three, a group of spider monkeys had gathered to hear his critique of European fiscal policy. By day five, a jaguar approached his camp. Instead of lunging, the cat sat, seemingly transfixed by Revilla’s animated gestures as he explained why the high-speed rail should have reached Santander years ago.
It started as a publicity stunt for his latest memoir. His publishers thought a "survival" themed launch would be edgy. They didn't account for the small charter plane’s engine failing over the Amazon. You think a few vines and some humidity frighten me
"Well," he told the lead rescuer as he buckled in, "the scenery was decent, and the audience was more attentive than the Senate. But God, I’d give my soul for a glass of lebaniego wine and a plate of rabas."