Herederos

The past few tuesday nights have been filled with drama, sex, passion, money, drugs, baby thefts, and much more. How, you may ask, did my life become so crazy? Because I have been watching the greatest tv series in the history of man kind. Herederos. I don´t think I could have even fathomed what the word drama meant before this show quietly creft into my life and wrapped its fingers around my neck. Now I am hooked, my next breath depending on when I get my next 2 hour fix. If you want the sweet and condensed version, here it goes.

Imagine filthy rich family presided over by matriarchical mother, whose sister is actually her daughter and didn´t know it who has another sister whom we thought was really her daughter but stolen, but it turns out her sister is really her sister and she had a baby at one time, but someone has the baby held ransom for money, and her husband is in on it somehow because he has an office and people are always coming in, and so we think he´s coniving, and the lovable bull fighter- restaurant owner son-brother who has lost all his bulls and his restaurant in the latest episode, and he loves this girl that his friend ended up sleeping with, and another friend that hid drugs in his restaurant, and that´s why the restaurant burned down, because the police were coming to raid and the chef found the drugs and burned the place down because he didn´t have time to do anything else. And said sister who is actually the sister and not the daughter works in the fashion industry and has aids and her boyfriend has it to, and she has crazy dizzy spells and hasn´t told her family. And then there are more characters and more plots which i won´t go into. So imagine this crazy plot and times the complicatedness by 10 because it is all in Spanish, and the equation equals Herederos.