Editing Emilia Basil (section)

== History ==
Basil Was Born in Beirut, Lebanon in 1915 Emilia Basil had lived in a pension, where the owner contacted her to get a job. It was not exactly an easy task: she had to get up very early, travel to a refrigerator and butcher half cattle there. Shee worked harder than a man. Thus the years passed until, already married to Felipe Coronel Rueda, a Peruvian worker, she had been able to collect the necessary pesos to be the owner. By then the couple had three daughters. 

José Petriella, also an immigrant, had been able to grow economically in Argentina. He had come to the country, from his native Italy, driven by the survival instinct of those men who escape war. He was a plumber, made a good salary, and had bought a couple of properties. He had also sent money to two of his brothers so that they could come to live in Buenos Aires.

“El Tano”, back in the early seventies, accepted Emilia's proposal: part of the agreed amount in cash and the rest in installments. Thus "La Turca" had the "Yamile" restaurant, at 2,201 Garay Avenue, in the San Cristóbal neighborhood of Buenos Aires.

But Petriella would stay, in a little room at the back of the building, until the woman paid off the entire debt. Business was going well, he had a good clientele, especially the employees of Teleonce, which was only a couple of blocks away. It billed enough, but not enough to quickly raise the mortgage.

Felipe, every morning, shortly after 4, left the house to go to work in a factory. Petriella went out later, but needed less and less to work as a plumber. Although he was required, because he had a reputation for being good at his job, he had no financial problems and by 1973 he was already a 60-year-old man.

Emilia was 58 years old, she already had little of that jet black hair so typical of Arab women. He didn't hide the gray hair, she wasn't interested. She wore glasses for myopia and almost always wore one-piece dresses. She was not a pretty woman. But Petriella liked it. And harassed her when her husband left for work. She put up with it, letting the offense go because she had no choice. If “El Tano” made up his mind, he could foreclose on the mortgage and the woman would have no home, no business, no nothing. She would stay on the street with her husband and three daughters.

God knows why, what was the trigger, but one day the woman couldn't take it anymore. It was at dawn on March 24, 1973. It was a Saturday and, as usual, at 4:15 Emilia opened the door for her husband to go to work. She, at that time, began to prepare the food for noon. From stews and stews, to Arab empanadas and a few kilos of keppe and tabbouleh for special customers.

"El Tano" touched her, she was out of her mind. He did not realize, until he felt the pressure, that the woman had made a noose around his neck with a nylon lanyard. She squeezed with brutal force. It was just a minute of resistance. Then the plumber began to faint and fell. Emilia kept pressing.

She put the corpse in a large wooden crate and covered it with fruit crates and burlap bags. He left it there, hidden, until the following morning. She, that day, worked as usual. He cooked and served customers who came for a cheap and abundant lunch.