In the heat of Barcelona beats the pulse of a new underclass. Once the bright future of Venezuela, a cohort disappeared after the country's surreal collapse. From savagery young lives emerge and take flight on a different continent: friends prevailing, there before the world but under its radar. Escaping hunger and worse in Caracas, they pedal the streets of a new city as fast-food delivery riders, prostitutes and dealers, scratching their living at speed. Navigating punishing hills and dark alleys at risk, they are visible in fleeting moments on a doorstep, a corner, or weaving through rush-hour traffic. Savages to the local population, they become hypnotic fireflies here, discovering identity, surviving insult, questioning gender, finding love, trying to forget, or is it to remember, but alive and supporting each other through stories of fear, horror, laughter, and hope. Maria Eugenia pedals eighty-four frenetic hours a week, her body broken and bleeding, rapid orders pushing through to her phone that rings nonstop. She has kept in touch with Cheo who looks forward to the arrival of his girlfriend from Venezuela, but he has yet to tell her he is married to Andres. Nataly has turned to prostitution only to fall in love with Sasha, her mysterious Russian client. Meanwhile, El Loco tries to establish his reputation as a drug dealer in Madrid on the back of a clouded past in Caracas where From Savagery opens in a funeral home, and at the very moment Angelica realises she can't afford her mother's burial. This generation comes alive through its language; it is as distinct as the friendship shared-crackling, proud, and without apology, a gust of fresh air carrying with it the spirit of a new life.
