Politicians want them deported to India and Mexico, which is understandable: A two- or three-tonne hippopotamus can be a difficult proposition for a local resident.

The reason for mentioning Netflix is that Pablo Escobar has enjoyed an unlikely afterlife thanks to various TV series, both on that platform and elsewhere. 

Pudgy in his 80s leisurewear, straggling moustache unmistakable, Escobar pops up as an almost benign presence — remote but motivated, a businessman focused on improving numbers.

Has Escobar’s ubiquity on screen normalised our perception of the Colombian, who died 30 years ago, and our perception of cocaine in turn? Perhaps. 

However, there are uncomfortable reminders which jar with those on-screen narratives and remind us of the reality. Like the hippos.