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Wilmer

Valdespino grew in the July 5, in Petare. Studied with the Salesians, was a catechist, cultural animator, musician, organized vacation plans, was a technician in electronics, health was more punctual than Omar Vizquel's glove, took enough sense of humor mamazón 'inherent to every inhabitant of the neighborhood, and when death caught him was resting at home, taking one of the few breaks that gave him his last job: Police officer was Baruta. A fellow named Vicente Páez-a lay Salesian community to whom he has corresponded, in the last days of the first 97 and 98, move in all legal with a surprising claim in his hands and remember, as the boy sanote, organizing children's activities, which surprised everyone with his sudden decision to become a police officer.

His death occurred, according to testimony of his neighbors, as follows: I was sleeping on December 25 at about one o'clock in the morning, imagine if he was healthy, going to sleep while the other men and we have settled settle a few bottles of whatever, "when one of his brothers was to get out of bed because she had just had an encounter with a thug in the sector that was armed and went in pursuit. Wilmer up, left the door with the gun regulation, and it had seen well the offender of his brother when he was shot several times, leaving him lifeless on the floor. Before falling, however, managed to also catch a bullet, but as is sometimes the best mussels are protected by divine powers could run away and escape in the confusion.

thug name is Johnny Molina, is 22 years and tell the Chiguerote. At home, perhaps to simplify things a bit - who knows what the hell is a chiguerote? - Tell the Daddy. Daddy, chiguerote or whatever, the fact is that he was identified and the police had only to proceed directly taking the testimony of dozens of witnesses. Something they refused to go down the hard way, as discussed below.

As for young policeman, could not be more bitter end: in the middle of Christmas, in the presence of his family at the hands of a mob that sooner or later die in the same way. More bitter and sad is the fact that the director of the body it belonged to Wilmer Valdespino, Alfredo Sáez Conde-it sounds to me that name, boy, it sounds "were devoted to insult him, his family and the neighborhood in which lived to justify what followed, that looks more like a compendium of madness or collective drunkenness an institution police. And no offense, it is preferable that one would say crazy or drunk and did not some nasty stuff in the prime of his mental faculties.


The ravages
An hour later, on October 12th district, near where I killed Valdespino, several young men were handed over to the celebration, with a bugle sound equipment in the door and armed rumbón inside the house when they saw two police patrols Baruta stop outside on the street. Several players went down, out of the house several of the boys determined to continue dancing and I got a ration of sound lead the team, goodbye music, everyone against the wall and do not look at their faces because the Baby Jesus did not bring me anything and I'm half horny. Four

youth tried to ask what was the cause of abuse and reward the beat with no explanation. Six more were put to the force on patrol and took them into custody. A lady appeared on a balcony to see where all this noise coming and the police fired a hail of lead, which fortunately did not hurt, but you can be sure that Donna will not ever lean over a balcony by the rest of his days.

Above, in the same neighborhood, another unit of that police intercepted Mr. Samuel Quintero the door of his house, and he did not respond to voice high in a split second, he railroaded a shot in the leg. Quarter April 19: Poli unit Baruta approached a citizen named Nicolás Cáceres, asked for his documents, and since I liked the face I had this man on the ballot, gave several cachaça in the head and face. Now, for a closer look is advisable to have three-dimensional glasses, because otherwise you do not know what the teeth and what is the left ear on that side warp. Those who witnessed this public demonstration of plastic surgery attempted rescue the fallen, but the police officers threatened neighbors to give more of the same to him to get.

Quarter July 24: A passer-by heard and obeyed the voice of high, but still gave him a beating, broke her right arm and he also disappeared wallet and cell phone. In the same neighborhood is a girl named Raquel Peraza he can not keep any food in my stomach because then vomits, and she suspected that the disorder-perhaps perhaps perhaps can possibly be, is due to him patadon gave the soldiers a few yards from his home. And a 16-year-old who gave him three butts in the mouth and, as a consequence, can not pronounce the word "socioestructuralizado" without fangs severs his tongue and teeth from crushing each other with a sinister sound.

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During Mass on December 25, at about 11am, it was when they and others discovered that their Christmas had something in common, and they all had in somewhere the stamp in Baruta Poly. Vicente Páez, Salesian one police officer dead friend, collected, put in order and put in place all reports, in total 44 people are battered, just because on the morning of December 25 were more or less close to where they killed the good Wilmer.

But do not think police Baruta effectively lost because of this. Not so. After a hard, heavy and painful intelligence work, placed the murderer of Wilmer Valdespino at a clinic in La Urbina, with a gunshot wound. Great pod. Any mental disabilities would have done well, with a couple of phone calls and without causing much havoc in the body and the morale of many people.

After this Baruta Police has faced severe criticism, including from their colleagues in Poli Sucre, who would have demanded that stay far beyond their jurisdiction. They, in turn, have defended. And they have done through a statement that would cause a good laugh if we were in another context, and if it came from the lips of Alfredo Sáez Conde, director of Baruta Police.

First, said the officials who went to Petare the received shots. He is satisfied, as heard through the radio transmitter of a agent called him trembling for permission to act. Do me a favor: 25 December at 2 am someone hears a shot through the radio and now, ready, determined that these are shot by a 9mm pistol, Glock brand, not the firing of Trachis Triqui and thousands of rockets that are supposed to break on Christmas. Then he said, verbatim: "In these districts (to be Petare concerns) to the families most honest one or two thugs. "

That is, if you live in Petare and has a median family choro do not give up, look good, because Sáez Conde has determined that there must have some hidden. He said: "The same neighbors protect criminals." As it turns out, according to the payroll of the Police-data Baruta October 1997 - 38% of the agents of this body resides in Petare . And among them was Wilmer Valdespino, the policeman died on 25 December. Discuss the issue, officials Baruta Poli, and tell me if you are not offended you and the deceased its own director, who would to recommend: if Petare is the cradle of corruption, as agents search made elsewhere in the city. How Chacao, for example?

And as for you, corrupt petareño reader, leave from there, get used to the idea or jódase: living in Petare tantamount to complicity in dozens of crimes of all tenor. He said Saez Conde. What can we do. And still very familiar sonándome that surname. ____________

in El Nacional, 31, 1997 diciemre

Blanquicet

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discover the murderer (not forgetting the victim)

María Amparo, 13, dark skin, chama humble therefore that to help the family to bring the bread home, working as a maid in the house of some people, away from the neighborhood where she lives. What highs are readers of this page. Have just read the few lines above and you know that black girl, poor, young woman who will bear the brunt of today's story. But sing no victory, you do not know what happened exactly, and under what circumstances. Only sense that there is a very bad about all this, the girl of his days. And not because you have a supernatural gift, but the known capacity for observation, unfortunately, you know that this page is powered by bad news. What we can do.
addition, a few lines down we see the need to write some sentences in past tense, and then you can not even go to the chronicler surprise. Prevent you intelligence, then, that today's case generated more chills.
But go ahead, there are still many details that you do not know. Do not know, for example, that Maria Amparo had his residence in the neighborhood Alexander Burgos, Valencia, and the family for whom she worked, the Hernandez family, lives in the residential Ricardo Urriera. You do not know where are the two sectors, but the fact that one of them being called "neighborhood" and the other "urbanization" mentally helps sort context. It should noted, however, that the Hernandez family is no billionaire. Just live with some comfort, and among the things that can be paid are the services of a girl for the daily work, the said Maria Amparo, who moved to live with them. The breadwinner is Domingo Ramón Hernández, merchant, his wife, named Delia, is nine months pregnant. Nothing more peaceful and outside shocks that a family with these characteristics.
Now we give him the pen and voice to people who were closest to the events that were raised last week.

What do the Blanquicet and witnesses?

On Thursday 16 July, Hernandez decided to go to the neighborhood to participate in the Bicentennial celebration of the Virgen del Carmen, and brought with them to the young Maria Amparo. At about 10 pm, the head of the house considered to be already good holiday and virgins, and told his two companions that tackled the unit (Pick-Up Ford blue) for the journey back home. It has been quite heavy this last sentence, but you know it is very often a result of reading the journal Chronic Police. Stick styles. Spouses Hernandez jumped on the vehicle and moved into the cabin, as applicable, and María Amparo it did in the back. Yes, that, the party discovered, which is outdoors. No more guesswork and still do, please, the thread of the story.
When passing through the extension of the avenue sesquicentennial, the truck made a strange noise, ran a terrible cough and the engine stopped working. Domingo Ramon Hernandez exited the vehicle, lifted the hood, glanced, shook a few cables, and knowledge of the physiological functioning of your machine indicated that the fault was underneath. Were available, then, putting a hand on the horse dislocated, for which he took off his shirt he was wearing. Roll of drums, trumpets, whispering, the camera opens, the lights focus on a rather vague to the bottom of the screen, and as the reader knows that now comes the crucial moment, the scene that detonates the drama. Impossible trick. The reader has the trained eye.
When Hernandez effected the movement necessary to shed the garment appeared in the corner a police patrol in Carabobo State. The first thing he saw officers riding in the patrol was the gentleman that, the shirtless at night, carrying a pistol in the waistband of respectable size. And surely no one has guessed what: they got out of the patrol, they said in unison and began to shoot the fellow, surely one whom Satan antisocial purified in their pots. Lead, fuck, and although Hernandez could also trigger his weapon was not enough against the righteous bullets in uniform. The police approached the body of Hernandez, who had multiple injuries but was still alive, and then noticed the rest of the situation: in the back of the truck lay María Amparo, struck down with two bullets in the body, and in the front, Mrs. Hernandez, with a nervous breakdown and a son about to pop out a few days ahead of schedule.

What does the Carabobo Police?

On Thursday 16 July, at about 10:00 pm, police de Carabobo recibió una llamada según la cual en la avenida Sesquicentenaria se estaba cometiendo un crimen, así que un comando integrado por tres funcionarios fue hasta allá, para ver quién era el desalmado que estaba cometiendo semejante monstruosidad. ¿Cuál monstruosidad? No sé, no sé, pero vamos para allá y después te digo.
Al llegar al sitio indicado en la llamada, vieron cuando Domingo Ramón Hernández discutía con una mujer, se bajaba del carro al mismo tiempo que ella, la perseguía brevemente y de pronto le disparaba, mientras ella se protegía tras la puerta. Los policías le dieron la voz de alto, pero Hernández tenía tal engorilamiento en el cerebro que le apuntó police officers and shot them several times.
Then the police were left with no choice but to shoot as well (with the pain of his soul, for there is nothing unless you like the police to shoot. Oh, when will they stop forcing this poor people to carry weapons on to them is an ordeal). As often happens every time he faced the forces of good and evil, justice came out on top here and Domingo Ramón Hernández, the bad, was wounded in the fray. What else? Oh, and a young woman who had not seen the violent while it lasted cotofio, died of two gunshot wounds. Made, surely, by that bandit unscrupulous, that vile villain who police was reduced with high efficiency.
But wait: one day prior to this official statement, had leaked out another, which was picked up by journalists Notitarde evening. According to this, the three agents were circulating in the industry as a routine patrol when they encountered a very strong little scene: a man shooting a woman in full Sesquicentennial Avenue. Everything else remains the same: high voice, backlash from Hernandez and adverse outcome for him. What else? Ah, a young woman named Maria Amparo Blanquicet who was killed, and had two bullets in the chest.

What does the PTJ, Carabobo?

The PTJ, Carabobo Delegation has collected so far only the statements of three police officers who intervened in the event. All three are featured in the command of Bella Vista. The version of Hernandez and his wife could not be collected because both are in a critical condition.
The body of Domingo Ramón Hernández had bullet wounds to the neck, left thigh and back. What about Maria Amparo Blanquicet? Ah, the body of the girl had a hole in the right armpit and another on the left. What could have happened? According to the deputy Vicente Núñez, you may a bullet, fired by Domingo Ramón Hernández-entered the one hand, and another shot by the police, on the other side. You know, half and half, that will not leave so expensive. Although it is possible that the girl has reached a single bullet, perhaps triggered by Domingo Ramón Hernández, who came through a side and out the other. What brilliant researchers. For my part, I propose to investigate whether a bullet fired by Hernandez could have entered through a side exit, turn around and enter through the other side. Just in case. You never know. No one has seen a police killing any citizen on the error. What is. Epilogue
necessary: \u200b\u200byou may already have been walked for all these versions without even reading the Chronicle. Everyone knows that there will be struggles, exchange of charges, issuance of releases, many arguments in pasta-making, stand, now give me. Al final decree a technical draw, or lose Hernández ... or maybe a wheel slip off the wagon and the responsibility will ultimately lie with the state police. So either way, be composed songs for truth and justice will finally triumph on earth.
But what María Amparo Blanquicet? Ah, Maria Amparo Blanquicet. She's dead. And so it will stay dead and the celebration outside. __________________


Posted 07/26/1998 in El Nacional.

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"Apologize for what?

There are things whose remedy can be found in words. An apology, a declaration, a mea culpa, and compensation and everybody happy and forget the wounds. But there are others that are not remedied or with words or gestures, or good intentions, let alone the desperate attempts to hide all based on malice, first, and then based on seduction. Alberto Farina Pregúntenselo Boris and his mother, whom they had to go through the bitter situation of their lives because of the misbehavior of an officer of the Metropolitan Police. Okey, agree, do not look at me like, I swear I'll be more careful than last Sunday, but if we could not even name X institution these chronicles make no sense, and it would be most boring. Or not?

The crush
Boris
Farina's house and family is on Avenida Leonardo Ruiz Pineda, chief of San Agustín del Sur. They are humble people, the mother, Ana Fariña, works as a cook in a restaurant, a restaurant, did you see? there are issues that haunt one, "and with that and other media are not always fortunate the have managed to obtain resources for survival. Boris Alberto -20 years old- for example, handing out cards in a garment factory, and his other brothers, seven in total, are too young to look for a job to help swell the family coffers. We would like to continue the story with a paragraph such as: "In general, it is an average family whose favorite pastime is to watch and play Sensational Saturday Kino," but this is not the chronicle of Max Haines. Thank God.

Sometime in the month of July 1997, the boy began to notice a young woman named Mariela-real name-that every evening was to visit his house to talk to his sister. Was gradually becoming aware or realizing some details of his life, especially those most interested him. I was 15, studying with Boris Alberto's sister, lived in the same neighborhood but several streets up, I had what they call "regular partner, had a pair of legs of those that you look even though it is - even a threat of divorce ", legs that may have been shaped by dint of climbing 294 steps a day or force all night dancing rumba how much was left hear for these grasslands. In either case it was undeniable charm that the young Boris Alberto did not have to miss. And he did not.

The chronology of the relationship is easy to reproduce. In July, she formally filed. In August made during the visits were shorter conversations with her sister and longer with him. In September visits were not his sister but him, because they had together partying. No euphemisms are tied, okay. In October, Boris's mother gave him the humble fireside welcome to your new member. With love, man. But yes, occasionally you have to do laundry and spend a doublet, which vao, I have this but I'm not cachifa colorcito anyone. In November it was all union and honeymoon for lovers, but Boris began to arrive a few rumorcitos uncomfortable about their Mariela, rumorcitos that both he and the girl began to sour character. And there is nothing more explosive than a resident of San Agustín del Sur when embittered.

And in December ...

in December and there had been some fires from among the boys, because of the wildfire that had become the bla bla bla about the girl boards and extra household habits. The thing burst through the fat side on the night of December 12, during a party at The Charneca. Around midnight, the young man noticed or thought he noticed an unusual commotion Mariela while dancing with a subject and then unleashed the demons. Boris Alberto took his skinny by the arm and almost dragged, downhill these streets bombed Afro-Caribbean music.

When they reached the house that was not the same couple who decided to live under the same roof two months ago. There were insults from both sides, a counterpoint of offense in high pitch and some push. Boris Alberto decided, in the midst of the verbal contest, take the clothes of the girl, put it in a bag and Mariela notify the eviction order, bye, ungrateful woman. The girl had no objection but stood down at the sidewalk, yelling some gems that sounded rather harsh and hurtful, despite the music and Trachis Triqui. The boy endured a while the cries and provocations of all calibers, but in one of these is tired of the situation and went to deal with it as things are usually resolved when, in the words of Lenin, and have exhausted all peaceful means. The first right hand went straight to the jaw of Mariela, the second was of it and hit the center of the nose of Boris, the third and fourth hit him and suddenly all hell broke big in the eyes of a few curious of those who do not fail.

The weight of authority

In the middle of the fight made an appearance a patrol of the Metropolitan Police. No, it was like magic, is that near the house of a module Fariña police and transit officials there is more or less constant. Two Officials declined to put an order to the question but Mariela stopped them with a crushing argument: this is a fight between husband and wife, do not mess. The officers agreed, they ordered the boys to settle their differences inside the house and left. Two seconds later, as if he had rung the bell for the second round, continued to struggle harder than so far.

Metropolitan New patrol on the horizon, further intervention by an official. This time the girl said nothing, so imagine a truck without brakes by lower bowl and pass the green light on all the lights. The policeman, a sergeant by the name Mauricio Fonseca, where Boris Alberto went straight and began to apply what we call discrete language the weight of authority. In a time of struggle Sergeant Boris managed to escape and began the escape of rigor to their home, but if Boris Alberto is fast with his legs, Mauricio Fonseca is quick with his hands: he shot the young man came down the right side. Nothing to do. The bullets are faster than any man. The sergeant, nervous and horrified by what he had done-and to the fact that he had been seen by a handful of people-first accepted the insults, then the requirement of Ana Fariña, Alberto Boris's mother: he was to lead your child to a hospital. The boy was introduced in a patrol car and went after him and Mariela's mother, who is suddenly dispelled the furies and resentments.

The trip imaginable: Lidice hospitals, Los Magallanes, Car, the Vargas, a clinic in San Martin, and finally the clinician, where Boris arrived by taxi because the police can not enter the UCV. There he performed an operation that began at 2:45 am and ended at 9. The doctor who performed the operation called the mother of Boris to give a word of encouragement, as follows:

- How many children do you, madam?

-Eight.

"Well, get used to be just seven, because it no longer counts.

words of a doctor, imagine what he would say a gunman.

December 16 Boris Alberto returned home by choice, but two days later had to return to the hospital because their condition tended to worsen. Sergeant Mauricio Fonseca was repeatedly visited by Ana Fariña, and can not be said that the ill-treated. Quite the contrary: he offered to pay the boy's recovery, only after buying the first medicine chosen to tell the lady that I was good, he could not bear all the expenses. So he tried a last resort: Ana Fariña told that he was quiet, she loved and when things are resolved would be very happy. This sent him to study in Japan and sat down to languish, to expect the worst. The worst came on January 2: Boris Alberto died in hospital. ___________________

In El Nacional, January 18, 198, entitled apologize not much raised the dead.

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Stop, disappear, die

Now it fell to San Antonio to El Valle, the family Sequera, specifically, the dude Douglas (20 years, merchant). The area where the family lives is Cross stairs and alleys, but still one can go at six in the evening with some confidence that not going to steal the socks without removing shoes. Therefore, it is not, by far the most dangerous area of \u200b\u200bEl Valle, but neither is the Eurobuilding hotel lobby, there you will not ever encounter with the cannibal of Detroit, but not with Patricia Velasquez.
say in the industry who rarely visit the police to conduct raids, at least not in the top, in alleys, "and when either of these operations, the person doing so is the National Guard. So the locals are not kept, until last February, no particularly bitter memory the police and their sometimes brutal mechanisms. But there is every kind. People, for example, believed the story that fear is a good weapon for survival. That is absolutely certain of guilt inherent in every hillock to let them see the sides of the slums of Caracas. Causes leave this note here, hell. You already know what had happened, you know how things went, how the chapter ended today and how it will end up in the future protagonists. But let's move on, total, we are almost at Easter, you do not have to leave tomorrow on the street. And if you are having fun these issues (which is almost certain that if that was not the case, you were not reading this paragraph so long), adelantémosle that at least three ingredients unpublished unusual to ridicule, to save this event to be an identical copy of the foregoing. Search

Douglas Sequeira left his home on Friday, 6 February, at about 8:00 pm. Their plans were to go for a movie at her aunt to go to her home of another relative (who, incidentally, is a sergeant in the Metropolitan), a few blocks up, in the same neighborhood. At least that was the explanation he gave the boy to leave. Only, just an hour after leaving, a group of people went home of Sequera to tell his mother and brothers Douglas was arrested, held by the Motorized Brigade. The family, who did not receive the ad more alarm, acting as an emissary sent to the sister of Douglas, called Yerena, the module of the PM in San Antonio, where he found no one, neither police nor arrested. Necessary pause for breath and go away.
She then went to the Headquarters of El Valle, where he was told there was not any Douglas Sequera arrested; go to the police station of Cerro Grande, Mommy, and I greet my friend there, if you see me kiss me. Yerena went to Cerro Grande, ready to find once and for all his brother, but that's received more bad news: here we are getting only minor, this Douglas can not be here, do not know, does not sound. New attempt, this time in the National Guard command bridge located in the car: nothing, my love, we have not raided and, therefore, we have the above item on our premises. Yerena rapid return to home, nervous phone call to the General Command of the PM in quotes, where treated with the warmth that you can imagine in a police ten-thirty in the evening. Zero information by phone, lady, come and find you in person.
next day at seven in the mañana, Yerenaida se hizo acompañar por otra hermana y partió hacia Cotiza, a continuar con la búsqueda. Un policía les hizo el favor de revisar en una lista pero nanai, muchachas, ese hermano de ustedes no está aquí. Vuelta a la patria, por los lados de El Valle, en cuya Jefatura tornaron a darle la respuesta: cero Douglas, mija, no sabemos quién es el joven. El recorrido continuó por la Comisaría de El Valle, donde por lo menos las recibieron con grandes manifestaciones de buen humor. Ah, tú eres hermana de la joyita esa, qué jamón, qué cosa más chévere, ¿cómo te llamas tú? Bueno, Yerenaida, para mí es muy duro decirte esto, pero tu hermano se tragó 34 rocks of crack cocaine and died of cardiac arrest. What? Did you see Titanic? Good movie. What are you doing tonight?

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The bureaucratic vacilón was no less bitter than the actual vacilón those agents whose jokes sounded so melodious as a serenade of dogs in the halls of a convent. After thousand instructions for the girls were to testify and review the records at the police station of El Valle, which had twice denied having seen the boy, told them the body of Douglas was in the morgue de Bello Monte. So there was to stop the boy's father to withdraw.
But wait, honorable ladies and gentlemen. The report which reported the death of the boy could read that the cause of death was cardiac arrest, without explanation. However, Douglas's father saw when he handed over the body, which had several bruises on his face, and a couple of holes about six inches on either side of the chest. In addition, the young man had come there with no clothes, no clothes, no money. With the amount of doubts and fears that these details were provoked, the Sequera Vargas went to the hospital, where it is assumed that the body had been transferred to Douglas last night. In
Vargas notebooks in which the incoming patient records indicated that Douglas Sequera had entered there at 10:00 pm, the police report says he was reported to the Cerro Grande PTJ at 10:30 (did you PTJ report to the half hour when he died? Yeah, right.) A doctor, Emilio Fumero, assured them that a metropolitan police had brought him to there, and that when he examined him, and Douglas was dead. One of the officials who led the young man over there by the name of Eugenio Mujica, and the patrol that took him is the number 10204.
A week after the incident, a young neighbor of the PTJ Sequera said he was arrested along with Douglas and another man left in a module of the PM. Motor cops on the street approached them, they put hoods paths, interrogated and beaten for a while, the declarant and the second man set them free, but Douglas left him arrested, for some unknown reason. This witness says that the police were working with your driver, so fears of heavy retaliation. For its part, the family Altuve Sequera said he received threatening phone calls from someone who would fall very badly the efforts of these people so far. And worse it will drop the missing: the case passed to the Commission Domestic Policy of Representatives and is under investigation by the prosecution, through, inter alia, the order has provided the subject the Support Network for Justice and Peace. _______________________

in El Nacional, 05/04/1998.

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Roger's friends Gonzalo Padron (29 years) is described as a quiet and taciturn boy. Have had several reasons for that and not another temperament: he was in San Cristobal, and we know that the Andean countries are naturally retracted (or at least so says one, until it encounters the biography of Juan Vicente Gómez and then myth is collapsed and broken on that floor). In addition, he had decided to settle in the manor Valencia, an industrial town, city, city full of bustle, and magallaneros infects. Review the scene: Roger, quiet, Valencia, large and noisy. And that mamazón, my brother.

However, the young man went to the capital of Carabobo empty of ideas or adventurous plan: if he decided to settle there, was because there was a possibility of entering medical school at the University of Carabobo, timing at which the boy grabbed by the throat and not let go never to see his initial aspiration materialized, which was nothing but begin to study this career, demanding and all, was what he liked. So they gave to the study, with the greatest enthusiasm, and adopted the first year of the race while, like any humble man who understands that life is a matter of rocks and hills, rather than flowers and tickle, it scoured odd jobs there, until she found a negligible chance as a guard at a night club called `` Dimension.'' In the meantime, he held a quiet room and cost, as any student who is out of his hometown, but too expensive given their economic situation.

So there we have it, studying medicine, seeing in college and in the night club beautiful women in all their holy life (no comparison: the Andes have beautiful rosy cheeks, but even there, partner, until then, anything that raises serious competition at Valencia), full of aspirations, and as quiet as ever . And that mamazón, my brother.

At the beginning of last school year, the second of his career, Roger gave a more stable employment (in the company watchdog servince), which provided several key advantages. First, an extra income, second, the regime allowed him to continue and continue his work at the night club, third, the inlet was assigned to a company called Primaflex to care at night-located its headquarters in the Industrial area of \u200b\u200bSan Diego, south of Valencia, "so they no longer had to pay internal: within a few weeks, the business owner be allowed to place a cooler, and matter resolved. Remain there at night and morning to go to college, and incidentally save the money of accommodation: business does not sound bad. Mamazón end of that, my brother.

But there are always people willing to do away with the best projects in life, with the most human ambitions. However earth and humble they are.

disappear, appear

On Tuesday 10 February, the newspapers gave Valencia a news account of those to which they are already getting accustomed Carabobo: an unidentified man had been shot dead in a clash with police in Carabobo state, to be surprised while trying to enter a chemical company in San Diego. Yes, I know: that the alleged offender was none other than dead Roger Gonzalo Padron, but had to juggle family and having a pair of heavy abuse before their whereabouts.

Padrón Thaïs, a sister of Roger, that on Sunday February 8, the young went to work as usual, at night. At 12 o'clock, the company supervisor came by monitoring for routine control, talked with Roger and left. Then on Monday 9, an employee of the company Primaflex came at 5 am and found no one who would open, and Roger was not there. The employee called the company servince to report the news, after a brief inspection it was discovered that within Primaflex headquarters were all assets of the boy, his wallet, money, keys, guard's uniform and gun regulation-but not the keys to the company.

To Think: Roger Padrón disappeared, took the keys to the place where he worked, and monitoring company did not raise any complaint with the police, or reported missing work or the absence of the boy. Simply accepted as natural that the young man was gone. Perhaps the left bar seemed like a good warranty.

After several days of searching, the family of Roger decided to go to the last place they wanted to find the morgue. On 25 February, after much denying that the boy's body was there, the PTJ quoted family members to recognize a body that remotely matches the description they had left. But before they had shown another body of a boy found in some rubbish on the highway. Never been shown or given news of the boy who had two bullet wounds and that, indeed, proved to be a student-watcher.

"Well, what, and when he have here?

"Since 9 February.

"But he was reported missing since 13. Why we had not been warned?

- What? Huh? Eh ... Wait a minute. Federico! What time are you going to go down to buy coffee?

Where to start

already completed the picture you mentally. We know from our readers acuciocidad. The young man had no history Register or police entries, which itself begins to unravel the story of his attempt to steal a company close to his most recent work, as well as the confrontation with police. There is other evidence that force-at least, the suspicion of this kind: the coroner's report indicates that the body of Roger had two shots. One of them hit him in the right forearm, which I would leave you unable to shoot, if he was armed. The second shot, the fatal hit him in the chest.

And a circumstantial detail, but impossible to remove a side. The place where the student was shot is about 300 meters a module Coman-cop, city police, a body that, as seems natural to happen these days, exerts such a level of autonomy they have conflicts of jurisdiction with the state police, and has challenged for this reason the regional governor himself. Strange, therefore, that a state police commission has entered their territories and killed a citizen applied to the task of entering which did not suit him.

Did we say in our language, so to speak? Well, what a coincidence, my brother. I never get into the house of Peter and John, either, because it is enemy. Ah, but on 9 February and I happen to enter the house that very day Peter and John decide to do the same. End of the world. So many chances and so many official oblivion in such a short time, are enough to worry a bit.

As regards research and the dust is coming in the warm Valencia, Padrón Thaïs, sister of Roger, just introduced in the respective Office application node investigation done. Before that, was investigating the company where his brother met his guards, and according to his testimony, speaking with the owner of the business, he stammered that it was a wonder, before providing some contradictory details sexual preferences of Michael Jackson: Roger took the keys to the company, but took them, that the things they found Roger scattered on the floor the day of his disappearance. It was also Thaís School of Medicine at the UC, where he met with someone who confessed to having seen his brother on 13 February. Too slopes where to begin to get at the truth, it seems.

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Slaughter

Everyone likes to be invited to a few drinks to celebrate, to chat, to share with the political leader of their choice. Especially if the venue is a site of class, prestige. Carlos Eduardo Garí Altuve, a gentleman of 53 years for those things in life are convinced that the solution for this country is called Claudio Fermin anyone happens, how it's done, went to a restaurant called Las Mercedes we can not mention, because it have much fear of reprisal, as you know, to participate in a meeting in support of their leader. You can imagine how tasty that ended getting hit all at 11 at night, especially when the candidate began to take leave of his supporters, colleagues, thank you for your support and give them very hard, then leave them in the pleasant company of the seven cases Black Label, what what other color would be the label? Subliminal advertising works too.
Around midnight, then, Carlos Eduardo Garí was with a group of friends, including three so-called soul Hermanazos Jesus Rios, Luis Beltran Lara and John Rodriguez, the first two are senior leaders of the union Sunep-Finance-her son Carlos Manuel and a group of knights. Type 12 and a half, when the mind is tired of telling jokes at the expense of the poor mayor of Chacao, Carlos Eduardo asked his son to find him a business card in the truck, to hand out some new acquaintances. The boy turned to his father's truck and pulled out several cards. Rather, tried them out, because just half opened the door and had a guy on top, sticking some of those left hooks that hurt to breathe. The boy identified the subject, who was responsible for monitoring customers' cars, and tried to explain that it was his dad's truck. But no, the parquero had already taken the gustico to practice boxing and drink, dog, young for that crop.
The waiters and other employees of the restaurant, which we dare not name, what a joke with this fear, this lack of kidneys, in the absence of anything more important things to do, decided to spice up their lives and the best they could think about was joining the parquero, then that is filled with types determined to play soccer using as a ball boy's body. This, in his distress, he thought that salvation was inside the restaurant, and that it is true that empasteló flour, because when the girl's father tried to intervene to take away those monsters off then the battalion of waiters entromparon vigilant against him and gave up the name. Fifteen minutes later, father and son were a kind of bloody entrails sliding across the floor, trying to explain to others that they were decent people and that even if they were not, the thing was not so. What about Eduardo Garí friends, the brave trade unionists, compadres of the soul? Cool, the record marked carrerón who hit and all, by the Avenida Rio de Janeiro from my torments.
in Caracas is where you eat and drink, maybe not as tasty, but where nobody is going to ruin the dinner as it ruined the Garí in the restaurant that morning jam. Oh Lordy, and left my name. Sorry, sorry, I beg your pardon. Really, I'm sorry. Trademark

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Carlos Eduardo Garí found the strength and resourcefulness in the midst of her misfortune to get the phone and dial 911. In 15 minutes I was there Police patrol Baruta, efficient guys. Garí explained that these guys had just massacred without mercy and demanded that they stop, he would be filing a formal complaint. The police told him: sir, we are here as arbitrators, mediators, we can not imprison anyone. In the soft attitude of the officials, Garí merely took note of their names. Norman called Sanchez and Ruben Morillo. Know them, people, these are your advocates. Destroyed
, throwing more blood than a Chuck Norris movie and humiliated by waiters and policemen alike, Garí father and son went to the PTJ in Santa Monica, near where they live. There they said they did not correspond to process this complaint, but could go to the PTJ of Chacao. All these were close to 2 am and made to turn in those conditions was not highly recommended, so the wounded dirigeron home to rest, take stock of the damage and prepare to leave early to denounce bullies jam-name again, is that sometimes I can not help.
front of the mirror, Carlos Eduardo Garí was able to observe with relief that the little pain of the chest was a simple fracture of the clavicle, the bone was protruding a few inches above its normal level. Fortunately, there was no outbreak of myocardial as he thought. Left arm was also still a considerable gap in the right eyelid and bruises all over his body. As for his son because of his youth suffered less damage to the bodywork, but for the rest of your days will be a horrible trauma, as well as giving shots of all calibers, one of those subjects was bitten on the chest. How will you explain to your partner Carlos Manuel, when in private, that this mark belongs to a man's teeth? Something horrible, abominable.

The Untouchables

In the morning they went to the PTJ of Chacao, where they took note of her testimony and sent the Medicature Forensic. After examination it was determined that Carlos Eduardo had, in addition to the dislocation of the clavicle, spinal injuries, knee, left forearm, however, and should be operated, which occurred five days later. In regard to measures of day 4, Chacao suggested he go to police and did Baruta, accompanied by his lawyers and Nicolas Garí Victor Gallo. They were seen by the Commissioner Enrique Aranguren, who assured them that it was directed from the Baruta Poli module that is in Las Mercedes, a half block from the restaurant jam. Went there and a chief inspector assured that soon would be sent two patrols to catch the bandits. But wait: a call from the inspector Kemy Lopez forced to wait a moment, he had something to say to the complainants. López Kemy
What I said was, in short, that the police were busy with the mussels and street vendors and ultimately, boy, this complaint is not going to get anywhere because of the restaurants that people know a lot of powerful people and we do not want problems. Linda sentence. So I kept climbing the hill Garí hierarchies and in its efforts went to Miranda Police in the coliseum in La Urbina. They commissioned two agents and went to find the attackers. Came the restaurant, Carlos Manuel parquero and identified the agents proceeded to arrest him. Then from inside the restaurant came an earthquake of people trying to prevent the action of the police. A woman who identified herself as owner of the local police told them to be carefully with your parquero, I am very fond of Lazo Ricardi and Hermes Rojas Peralta, mijito. In addition, Mr. fell, he said, referring to Carlos Eduardo Garí. Since this is interactive, we will ask our readers for their intervention. What response would you give to the lady?:

a) Yes, the man fell, but inside the blender.
b) Is not is going to fall, with the devil they were giving the parquero and waiters?
c) He fell from the tenth floor.
d) fell by innocent.

At the insistence of lawyers Garí, despite the pressures and insults, the subject was taken into custody at the coliseum in La Urbina. Great triumph of good and justice. It was 4 pm on 4 December.
At 11:30, Carlos Manuel received a call, the world's rarest call: a police detective named Alirio Natera, Poly Miranda, asked him to go to the Coliseum to finish the procedure in the afternoon. "Give me your address for Irlo to look," he said, but preferred to call Carlos Manuel lawyers and go with them to see what it was. When they arrived they did happen, not through the main entrance but for parking. In the midst of a terrible darkness gave them a big announcement: the parquero of jam had released on the orders of Police Chief Miranda, Commissioner Hermes Rojas Peralta. "But see, ride in the patrol to identify another", insisted the players, with a little tone of mystery that led Garí to flee the place and go to other instancias.La reporting of Garí not appear in the book updates from Baruta Police, which is already a one-irregularity-largest brand. The prosecutor referred to the 58 Prosecutor assigned to Chacao. This sent them to Poli Baruta again. There, the director of Operations, Oswaldo Garcia, I made a comment from frank and disenchanted: "The owners of restaurants in Las Mercedes have more power than anyone.

policemen have been injured, shot at, dismissed and jailed for getting Dad some little children in that area. " It means: I will toast for lunch and drinks and you protect me. We care a damn if this works exactly like that, but it seems that Hermes Rojas Peralta, director of the Police of Miranda, has something to explain to their staff and family Garí.

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Published under the title 12/21/1997 A lack of good cops are the waiters .

A day after the publication of this review, the inspector Kemy Lopez went to the drafting of El Nacional to clarify, using his right of reply, which was the conduct of Polibaruta the right at all times, since the function of the municipal police surveillance and prevention is not investigating criminal offenses. Lopez said that, having arrested the accused persons Garí, have usurped functions that correspond to the Technical Judicial Police.

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The scene could not be more giddy, nor more everyday, the car started from Monte Piedad flying over the main street of La Canada, on January 23, turned right onto Water Health and resulted in Sucre Avenue, where it rose to the heights of Lidice to the hospital. The driver of the vehicle had its good reasons not to do more if the traffic lights or pedestrian crossings, in the back seat led to a 28 years with a bullet wound in one hand, and beside a lady a son in worse condition than the gentleman back. The boy, aged nine, was also shot, but in the nasal septum.
The woman insisted that take the boy to a clinic for what that attention is better where you charge more, the worst private clinic in Caracas is light years ahead of the best public hospital, or so they say, but the driver saw things too ugly from the start and quickly chose to come to the first center where there was a man who, without being hot dog vendor, was wearing a white coat. In Lidice were greeted, hurrying, man shot in the hand required only outpatient treatment while the boy came to emergency surgery.
While the boy was being spoken to her mother asked her hand shot down exactly what happened, how he had done that to your child. The man said he had been for a showdown, some individuals had been shot near where they were and a bullet, the same one that struck him in the hand, had gone to the boy's face. A few minutes later came others who were there when everything happened, and then changed course of history: the guy who had hurt the child was the same man shot in the hand. Thousand have pointed accusing fingers as entertaining evil, when handling a gun, acted with such a good sense of proportion that not only hurt himself, but the bullet hit the boy.
denials's testimony and collided soon, but just looked out of place a committee of the National Guard the child's family asserted its version and the man was arrested for investigation. All a teacher



The boy by the name of Joshua Nestor Barreto, was hospitalized for five days after they died without being able to recover. The man with the bad aim, meanwhile, called Jairo Arias, 28 years old and a famous one odd on the premises of Block 1 of Mount Mercy. Several residents attest to the inordinate fondness Arias for teaching and guidance of children in the sector. Dec. 31, for example, had a run of dogs with relatives of several boys who were giving shooting lessons to young people, behind the block. With such a master, and one can imagine the quality of the shootings that may occur. That to blow yourself fingers before attacking the enemy does not seem a very smart move that is said.
The full story was more or less as follows: Jairo Arias, in an economic emergency, he pawned or rented him his gun, a pistol 7.65, a young man named Rafael Solorzano, known as El Pelon. This man went to block 1 day Jairo told to return your iron in exchange for the amount of money agreed and were just that when he removed his Jairo vein teacher called the boy shot and Nestor, the latter turned a little afraid to call and when he was with the duo took the blast and everything else. Apparently someone else was next to the hairless and Jairo at that time, a boy named Benavides who came to testify and told the story more or less with these details. Testimonials
and gadgets aside, the thin ends of the picture, as vision of the family of Nestor and his lawyers, is the fact that Arias Jairo was handed down a decision in record time: it was manslaughter and should be in prison for 4 months. His detention lasted only 12 days, after which it requested a benefit of suspension of sentence, which was granted immediately because, among other things, has no criminal record and also the time of the declaration, have admitted responsibility for the events (the new Code of Criminal Procedure so generous). _____________________

Posted April 18, 1999 under the title: Good citizen, misconduct.

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Professor rings the BOA

• I'm not so cocky as to say all the time not so modest as not to remember: In 99 years I've received so many (and had published many) allegations of police brutality by the Aragua police, the Governor began to look closely at the institution, and after a few weeks decided to split the Operations and Support Brigade (BOA). Teodoro Petkoff told me, who, according to his testimony, was responsible for reciting in the face to the Governor the many stories I published in El Nacional. This appeared particularly on June 13, 1999.
  

routine procedure: in the Central Cagua PTJ, Aragua, someone receives an information-a shaky voice on the phone that there was something after death, "notes an address, write an address , and send a commission to verify the contents of that urgent phone call. The actors are emboldened, a little patience and a couple of chocolate bars, and yawning and whistles thrown in middle of the night into an area of \u200b\u200bsnakes and bushes on the road Cagua-Villa de Cura. The clock indicates that not long ago began shooting on Saturday, June 5, 1999.
will fly the patrol to 80 hours, and assume certain types of emergencies, and begin to talk about the hot flashes that are doing these days, on how well you are doing to Bob Abreu in the majors, the new secretary who works in the police station, a girl who is more good to put a fork in the stew pot in which bubbles to remove the head of the horse mackerel, pouring lemon juice in the eyes and suck on an intrusive noise that you remove the dog envious of others. Why
boredom of those policemen? Why glassy eyes look sleepy, bored lugs heaviness in the squad? Will Cagua is a place so peaceful that these men and come to such calls with the attitude of one who is wasting time? Not really. Quite the opposite. The call in question related to the discovery of a corpse in the area called The Huete, and that for them it is nothing new: the place is a dump known and even famous people have in the police environment. So visiting the site staff ready to meet the usual spectacle. And yes, they came and found what they expected. Only an unexpected thing: there was a body but two. Both had gunshot wounds identical: input by the mouth and leaving the occipital region. There must be a ballistics expert to suspect that this work has been performed many times.
The identity of the bodies has made blood boil by many people in Aragua, because neither Jesus Alfredo Franchi and Richard Rodriguez Sanchez had never done anything that would deserve such an end.

I was not there

Jesus Alfredo Richard was 25 and 26, were both refrigeration technicians and had their place of work and residence in Turmero. On Friday 4 attended a party at Cagua, heading through the night, as expected, then suddenly people started as enratonarse, joy began to fall and someone gave the reason: the beer had gone history. Time to make a cow and go for more, was about 11 at night. Who volunteered to go to buy them was they, the unfortunate.
Street's neighbors have told Ricaurte lungs and repeatedly: the boys were with her two gaver way to the liquor store, when suddenly a committee of the Operations and Support Brigade of the Aragua police (BOA ) stopped next to them. There, broke the surprise factor, and the reader, otherwise very intelligent, has realized the reason for the title of this story. It is sometimes a disadvantage to have such smart readers.
agents complied with the requirement to ask the card identity, and then mounted on a patrol. Gaver stayed in the middle of the sidewalk and the mouse of the attendees at the meeting escalated, but in fact the thing went into the background because people immediately began to mobilize to see where they had taken the boys. Went to various police stations of Aragua: nothing. They went to hospitals, nothing. A youth house, nothing. At the morgue, nothing. Then we all went home to await the outcome, and the same occurred at 4:30 am, with the call of the PTJ who reported finding the bodies.
When consulted, the head of the brigade have been responsible for the boys, Alvaro Castellanos said he was not aware that agents of the BOA had taken anyone of that party, because there were only some scattered evidence of witnesses that did not face. That is, the BOA had no information that any of its members were arrested anyone in any party. Two minutes after saying this, he said: "We have information that at this event were several criminals, including one called El Niño, who is requested by various police forces." We insist: what is the intelligent reader. Surely you noticed any loose screws wobble between the two statements.

Didalco: are you alive?

Two days later, in light of the allegations that family members began reporting for the regional press, calls began: that if you allow yourself to estarme acknowledging that if we have the license plate of your brother, if you Cuidadito an accident occurs cross the street. The gossip went to the ears of the police commander of Aragua, and after hearing of the governor of Aragua own. The latest information received reveals a governor's action: the group BOA has been disassembled, dismantled, removed, and there is an ongoing investigation since the PTJ detected traces of blood on the uniform of an officer of the brigada.Eh Didalco: Did he settle his management have removed to a brigade or I'll put your eye to the number of complaints has been, only this year, against other agents of the State Police?

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Repillosa

Alberto Rondon, 19 years old, residing in Ocumare del Tuy, was about to receive discharge from the army as Cabo second, and also served as military policemen. Republic participated in the Plan, guarding a polling station in Petare, after the event, who participated in it accounted leave a few days off to visit relatives, and what he did Alberto Repillosa: return to Ocumare, travel by to greet people relatives and acquaintances and then the family tea party rigor, in the style of the people of province, stew, dominoes and beer under the first shock of magician who pay for the ritual.
happened in Santa Rosa neighborhood, witnesses are several relatives of Albert, his girlfriend and a group of neighbors who came near to the ball during the afternoon. A police patrol passed by Miranda, and later it was found that a group of officers were to take home a classmate who lives across the street. Back urgently put a screeching halt in front of where they were Repillosa and theirs, and commenced a requisition surprise that did not draw anything other than the dominoes, the plates and spoons for the stew, bottles and the surprise of the revelers.
Alberto made the mistake of identifying themselves as military policemen, mistake, yes, because one of the policemen, Jaime Guzmán, began to challenge the young with all kinds of resources, from the famous "Let me shoulder straw" to the "Yesterday I passed by your house, your mom told me ugly," through the "You know how to play red or canoe?". The soldier dodged all provocations, but suddenly, without which nothing would have happened out of the ordinary other than the police apply to Jaime Guzman escaped him two shots - are you someone can escape two shots, without intent? We know it's very difficult, but it's what the official statement says, "that hit the body of Alberto. This was taken to hospital in the Valles del Tuy by the police themselves, always so thoughtful, he was left in the door and left, as usual, and Alberto Repillosa died a few minutes later.
rigor Statement: "We killed in a clash," but the PTJ investigated to find the right story, and spent the affable Guzman to court orders. Death banal



Ivan Dario Lopez, 18, joined the army in July. The plans were the same as young people often imagine that arise in the headquarters shift or fall suddenly recruited: serve in the military without much shock, watching the hours pass through the exercises, a nudge from someone greater range and then retaliate with new litters sigiuientes. And nothing, unless the country is on the brink of a war, or someone comes to send soldiers to be hard in the theater with the guerrillas.
Iván Darío's case was not that, or the good or evil thought, and he had to go to war and he had to be resting tasty in a barracks, but in November he crossed the wave of the election and he accounted for standing all day in a school group of Zulia. During the weekend accounted for permission Iván Darío returned to his home in the La batting, Maracaibo.Acá trivialized is when, or complicated history. On the night of November 14, while returning home after meeting a few friends, was intercepted by an individual who simply called Fernando. This gave him an order like that he never received in the barracks, Stand back. Iván Darío did: the range that Fernando does not have one, but carrying a pistol voice more eloquent than any colonel. And more than anything: only the young obeyed that gun came four projectiles and four were squarely in the back of the young Lopez. The assailant did not take away their belongings. Extra detail for research. _________________________

The published in El Nacional the December 6, 1998, the day of the election in which Hugo Chávez was elected president of Venezuela.

Grout For Peel Stick Tiles

A tragicomic Proselytism

started with mild pain, more a discomfort in the lower back. Miguel Pinango came from Caracas with his wife, Altagracia de Orituco towards their place of residence, and upon reaching the discomfort became, Now yes, in a more or less unbearable ache and pain. Just to see what it was all that was at the polyclinic of the people there I did an initial review and was diagnosed with gallstones, he placed an anti-inflammatory, left him under observation for two days and advised him to do an operation . Little thing: remove a stone from the gallbladder is easier to beat Venezuela a football game, so go take some tests and return to remove the nuisance of the body, okay?
Piñango, Knight 50, a merchant and cattle grazing from sunrise to sunset in Guarico, went to the hospital Padre Machado blessed to be the same examination and confirmed what was said by the people of Grace, that is, had some stones, microlithiasis, they call it in this fascinating language of medicine, in the gallbladder. Moreover, their health and want to have many young people: the result of eating at the time, to have a large family and friendly, if you saw the smile of his daughter, Yorli, "to keep refreshing humor as a good Ranger, get up to daily work at 8 in the morning, which in itself is not a feat, but for someone like us, who would cost a lot up before 10 ½. With the outcome in the hands Piñango Miguel returned to Altagracia, happy because the body was functioning as intended. He decided to go to Orituco Medical Center, where he performed laparoscopic gallbladder surgery. They treated him as a friendly doctor, named César Ramírez.

Sencillito, sencillito

Ramirez, a man well known in Altagracia, and Democratic Action is about to nominate a candidate for mayor, greeted him with a handshake but those giving mood, on the other hand, seems that one bone fracture. The opinion of this doctor who agreed with the other two guys had heard it before: I would I operate on Monday, you rests in the clinic a few hours and the next day is going home or to the estate, to continue bringing down bulls. Moreover, the operation cost a modest sum of 650 thousand Bolivars complete with tests, and as here we are in a wave of Imgeve can pay in two parts. A few days later, after consulting with family and friends, two guys decided that Ramirez was the kind: the owner of the clinic, standing up, a name that inspires confidence. On Friday 11 July would be the thing produced a change of clothes and went to do the operation to end the discomfort of the gall blessed.
entered the hall at 7 am and left at 10:30, when Ramirez went to visit the room, told Piñango in the middle of the note of anesthesia: "I screwed." There are states of consciousness that are prophetic. The phrase is not mine, it's Adriana Azzi.
On Saturday 12, when two guys were supposed to Michael would be back in the home, woke up battered body and spirit, so Ramirez suggested he stay at the clinic one day. On Sunday, the doctor did not attend to make the last review and not Piñango was in good condition, so I decided to stay until Monday 14. That day, at 10 am, walks with Secretary of Administration a tasty bill 900 000 Bolivars. The reader is not stupid, the reader is taking notice: it starts to thin the picture. Ramirez left the office a check for 400 thousand, is to pay the rest when you talk to the doctor and goes up with such discomfort, and had no gallstones but a pebble in the shoe, and a desire horrible clarify things with the doctor of yore.

Not so simple ...

On Monday and Tuesday Miguel Piñango could not eat normally because then vomited, it was a good opportunity to talk with Dr. Ramirez. This was prescribed a medicine to take it before and after eat. It would have been easy recipes for before and after vomiting, as the body of Miguel Piñango not retain any food. Four days later they decided to go back to the clinic to see what the hell went wrong in the operation and Ramirez made them a solemn announcement: it was not the operation, fellow, this guy is something else and now we will see what color are the bananas . Piñango
in Emergency Detention, in-depth review by Ramirez and critical opinion of the physician: Sir, what you have is stress. Go to your home and eat. Great formula, but Miguel Ramirez was unable to be at home more than a Within hours, came back with a hellish pain and a gastroenterologist decided to do an endoscopy. This time the analysis shows another result: the famous Ramírez diagnosed stress proved to be an ulcer in the pylorus. For those who failed the sixth grade, let's be clear: the pylorus is the opening that connects the stomach and the duodenum, the gateway to the gut. To summarize: if not deflate the pylorus between Tuesday and Friday, would require another operation, very simple indeed. Indeed, Dr. Ramirez had to make this second operation, which came with a drain pipe embedded in the abdomen and in worse shape than a few hours ago: increased vomiting, skin changed from light brown to deep green and the act of eating was becoming a painful saga. So, comrade, the operation was not so simple. Somewhat difficult



After consulting a doctor desperately Caracas, relatives of two guys decided it was best to transfer the patient to the clinic Gimón Méndez, where obviously would be better served. Were to ask Ramirez to give the authorization for the transfer, but none of that, family, good-natured man handshake and smile electoral Mr. Hyde became a lightning: why take it if it is me of the best. He refused to give permission, slammed the door to leave the room and took the salute Piñango family, occurred on 30 July. Nice way to earn a few votes.
The next day, however, he mused, half produced a report unsealed and unsigned, the bill ballooned to levels rockefellerianos and said goodbye to his impatient patient. Before giving the report begged him give me 12 hours and you solve the problem. You know, that little problem a month ago and something. Piñango decided that the last word was the family, and the last word of it was that led him to Caracas, to a better equipped clinic.
Should hasten the epilogue to obviate some too sordid details-for example, explaining how they found the clinic physicians when they tried Méndez Gimón Piñango operate, would be excessive, "the doctors decided to restrict itself to clean, as the overall that body was unfortunate and could not bear a complete audit. New operation on 10 August, sparks of recovery and, finally, death of Miguel Pinango, 26 August.
to what came after we are used: crossing the medical and legal maneuvering, explanations such as "gastroenterostomy retrocolic isoperistaltic Syndrome obstructive jaundice with symptoms of cholangitis, jejunal loop and pyloric canal "means any attempt to explain how a candidate for mayor of Altagracia de Orituco destroyed his guts to a man who only went to take off a damn gall stone. Further work for justice. _______________

When it was published in El Nacional, in 1998, his title was a tragicomic way to electoral campaigning.

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Since he invented the concept of property bloodshed occur over possession of property. Territorial disputes are often the most dramatic, and can occur between nations and among ordinary people, not many differences in terms of cruelty

Despite its name, Manuel Chávez (39) no was a man who stirred the passions of the masses, and was denied U.S. visa, or frighten the adecos, nor did he ever strike out Sammy Sosa with a fastball of 65 miles. It was a rather anonymous type, quiet and sedentary, raising her chivitos and traded with the cheese and meat from their animals there in the Paraguana peninsula. He lived exactly in a place called the Carmelites, located near Pueblo Nuevo, an hour of Punto Fijo. In other words, something close to the Dunes arid background while chuchubes immense cry of pain. About
Chávez property, which is not very large, other farming families live the same, grazing and the practice of contemplation. And there's enough to contemplate in these latitudes. There are also lands the Petit family members, the estate of these is called The Slab, and covers a more or less respectable, or at least larger than the others. Are there hard, which, without line of patriarchs nor the veins carry the blood of the pharaohs, they've managed to accumulate money, relations, an imposing presence. In addition, a fee of something like power without being exactly that, but the sight of plain and humble people of the Carmelite must seem huge.
One day in your very legitimate efforts to enlarge their domains, they bought a parcel adjacent to a gap in common public use, collective property that people had been accustomed to see and enjoy as a common good. That purchase, if an ordinary transaction, became the starting point for some struggles and claims of the most annoying.

The closer, farther

It happens that people getting more achievements than their neighbors and fellow ends up filled with enmity and hatred, some free, some not so. Was the case of Petit, who last summer and had so many brushes with their neighbors as money under the mattress. Indeed, Chavez's friend (Manuel) had ever stumbled to one of them, specifically the so-called Israel, and we know there are antipathies and animosities that last forever, especially in small towns. Things began to become uncomfortable when Petit wanted to mark the territory with a fence, and the action closed the access road to the aforementioned pond. Sensitive issue. In Paraguaná one can forgive any thing, but not that defeat the bathroom represero at noon.
For some reason that only the fights of the past could explain, the man most annoyed as he was Manuel, who in a fit of righteous hunger and damn near broke that paved the way back to the community. The Petit, people who are not Undeterred by the first trip, they returned to the fence and put up a sign to announce to the world the world that this was private property, jonoda, papaya yam what was it to be so in violation of the territory. But Manuel Chavez, who also was reputed to be the subject most cowardly of the countryside, he returned to gather up the hoe and hoe and the next day and there was no sign, or near or far. Nothing, if Chávez, all the country's poor have their own small plot to plant and enjoy. Gua, how to be enjoyed only to find a situation and a confusing name. Petit
Then Israel went into action. Went in search of a dear friend of Manuel, named Jose Luis Miranda, and made an invitation that Miranda could not refuse: go and find Manuel Chavez to kill him. "Miranda, a friend of Manuel? Yes, Miranda, Manuel's friend whom he had cut the greeting due to his friendship with Petit.
was fast, was easy, it was hard: Israel and Miranda Manuel ambushed on a lonely road of The Carmelites, he was subjected, Israel will put a bullet and then, considering he was still moving, shot him twice more. After he was taken in the van of Petit into the forest about five miles in the estate of Petit, and there completed the work. Has not been determined what role the dear friend of Manuel Chavez in the events, but something had to be done while preparing Petit acetylene torch that applied to dismember their victim piece by piece.

The tasty freedom

José Luis Miranda made a key mistake in the middle of big error and overall crime. It seems that after the first shot, a resident of a Miranda sector saw a gun in his hand, and he cordially invited him to disappear to the count of three and stay quiet forever, because what was holding fired and opened holes and all . The man, who asked if there were other options, was silent for a few days, but then broke down and told the episode.
Meanwhile Manuel's brothers moved to his disappearance and the fact that every day they received anonymous calls. They went to the PTJ, where, after giving them some stupid questions, decided to include Miranda and Petit, suspected a thing. Then, there was interrogation in these terms:
- You killed Manuel Chavez? "Said the PTJ.
"No," Miranda said in unison and Petit. That was all: there was no evidence that the man had been killed and over.
Two weeks later, under pressure from Omer Simoza fiscal, and after seeking guarantees and protection for his life, Miranda threw the full story from front to back. He said it had not been delivered before Petit had threatened to do little things to his family if he said anything, and he really hurt his family. The remains of the body of Manuel Chavez appeared three meters below the ground founded The Slab -And have not been returned to his family, by the way, "Israel Petit was located, interrogated and imprisoned, and Miranda was released on bail. Sabrosa
freedom. The family hurts, but not friends. ________________

In March 99 in El Nacional.

Super Kanna Power Sceletium

for hate or love

looking Suicides murder has always been material or series of suspense novels. But in reality rarely coincide with the macabre details of the cumbersome, and rarely also the techniques of research is so easily resolved all

Edison Alfonso Manrique (Colombia's 37 years old) also has a powerful player name, a respectable juggling skills. He lived with his wife and two children in the neighborhood of Valencia Democracy, but also had a light romance worldwide with a pretty girl of 22 years. The thing would not have anything special but for the fact that this girl, named Milagros Rodriguez Avila, lived right in the house opposite. Hairy-chested man, walker or simply cynical, and it took a year and did not mind the wordiness and the vantage point of the corner of eye. If hell small community is large, Manrique felt the devil and St is over, that no one goal in my life.
such a Wednesday, late last year, Edison had a little sweaty in the family house and accosted Iris Milagros Rodriguez, sister. He said he not seen her since last Sunday, to which the sister replied with a start because it turns out there at home also saw it from that day. Iris and Edison briefly thought where the hell could be the girl, until he decided to start from the beginning: Iris invited them to come to look at home, located on 23rd January, although there was no answer to taps. The mother, Celia Rodriguez, would not stay out of the search and went to accompany Edison, who did not like him very very well for understandable reasons. But on this occasion was as compelling him as an ally, Milagros manganzón was lost and was the only ally he had to find it.
arrived at the residence where the girl lived alone for a couple of years. They noted that there were three locks holding the door from outside, Manrique and broke at the point of shear and then opened the lock with keys. We already know that he was trustworthy in that house.
entered the room and that was it, the search is over: Milagros was there, sitting in a chair with the neck subjected to a long rope that reached to the rafters.

"Suspect it? Why?

It did not take more effort for the family of Milagros, the PTJ, Carabobo public opinion and news consumers across the country red began to look with disgust and anger at Edison Manrique. And why, if he loved her so much? Well, nothing, is that in addition to the detail of the locks put on the outside, the popular romance, and others are revealed in the PTJ aria (the girl's body was found bound hand and foot), was the testimony given by some neighbors, according to which the girl looked tearful and depressed for weeks, and just last Saturday had a fight with her lover for reasons no one had the indelicate to find out. As you know, anything you like least about the people in the neighborhood to walk couples finding out problems and unpleasant stories. What I could keep silent no notif the chest and back was that the guy was so jealous that he would not let him look for work or dress nice, or leave to visit his family, let alone to look for more than ten seconds a man.
So began Manrique brought to an ugly things from the first review: female nails across his chest as evidence of the confrontation said, and he had qualms about acknowledging that yes, of course, from time to time had his altercations with her. Total, women, and carpets, from time to time have to give them a good shake. But there is nothing that will do more harm to the prestige that a desperate attempt to defend himself with delicate arguments, for example, who tried to take Manrique: apparently, Milagros suicide had already established as fruitless, and roamed around the medical reports which recorded his intoxication with a large number of pills. The horror: trying to make people see that the beloved one is a suicide.
Other evidence came in defense of Edison Manrique, and that seemed more crucial was the pair of letters left by the young, one for himself and one for the mother: "I love you and I hope in another life, I watch and take me red flowers," said the first. And the other: "Mommy forgive me for what I do, my brothers and my whole family will forgive me."
But nothing had to applaud the lover, as the PTJ eyebrows went up a thousand graphology tests to determine who had written those moving parts. Nothing was clear under the sky during the first three days of investigation, by the way, Manrique and his wife they were held while the hounds working. Until science criminology gave the matter full circle and threw the sensational and definitive conclusion.

Elementary, but not

With these elements in hand, and others can only be seen in the laboratory, the PTJ-sectional Carabobo plunged into the case and gave its verdict, a week after the discovery of corpse Avila Milagros Rodriguez committed suicide, yes sir. Tied hand and foot is not difficult, if you are proposing, in the teeth of the girl found remains of the rope that led to his death, which indicates the method used to tie. Hang that rope to a beam and make a pair of regular nodes, either; put some locks on the outside that door, either: it is half open and you may get three locks, and then shut and give double-locked. Hanging on that rope and drop into a chair is no big deal, if that is the decision and embarrassment.
was suicide, according to all evidence. Now, what this did to try to incriminate Milagros Manrique? It is possible, but for purposes of the Act, anyone can go to jail to earn the hatred of a pretty girl. __________________

This dates from January 17, 1999. The published in El Nacional.

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Arguments Beautiful

is true that the business of food and drink is endless: no one will ever eat, at least while there is some force in his pockets. And drink, or say. We know of many who prefer to quench the fire of thirst or falling off the simple desire to drink before their hunger. And people who like drinks fall to spend their pennies before anything else. In short and to shorten it a good time, seems to invest the money in a tavern-restaurant is a good way to secure the future. It is true that the initial problem is so large as to raise the money to mount the damn restaurant, but that it is a story in itself.
Salvador José Petit, 44, had already exceeded that initial obstacle, for from a few years ago was the manager for an establishment to which, of course, was going quite well. The business is called The Blight and is in the city of Coro, Falcon State. Business is good. The Corians eat.
For some reason that even the electric company in the region-Eleoccidente-may explain a bad day there was an increase of those that will leave you stunned and wanting to do not operate a light bulb. And for some reason people in the restaurant only Blight can explain, here nothing is explained from the outside, "a debt that had swept the past two months, the new bill tied repowering of January, and lo and behold the local debt amounted a la suma de un millón seiscientos mil bolívares, una cantidad difícil de cancelar de un solo guamazo incluso para un negocio más o menos próspero como el de Petit y su gente.

Yo tenía una luz
que a mí me alumbraba

En esos días, los últimos de enero y primeros de febrero, para ser más específicos, aterrizaron en la compañía de electricidad gran cantidad de reclamos, quejas y solicitudes de reconsideración de sus numeritos por parte de habitantes de Coro inconformes con el aumento; nada que no haya ocurrido antes en cualquier ciudad del país. Petit solicitó una explicación y le dieron la más sencilla del mundo: no es que Eleoccidente it is stealing the silver and the meters are becoming mad and heartbeat, just increased rates. And the debts must be paid. What options are there to cushion the blow? Gee, let's say no. But it is rather easy if we see this: you pay what you owe and the debt is eliminated.
The discomfort was brave while its scope was limited to paper and words to be fulfilled, but the courage became nothing but sour and less publishable when, a few days of that first errand, the restaurant remained without power. End of the world. No hot drink beer and cook a chicken in the dark is more difficult to fall in love with Ana Karina Manco serenades Lupe and led him Polo. A Salvador Petit calentera he went into a thousand pots of sulfur, but amid the serenity of scrapie found enough to devise a strategy: he asked his wife, Maritza de Petit, it was up to the company and negotiate a reasonable payment plan with bosses. Mrs. Maritza
was up there, explained the situation to a supervisor, told him they were willing to pay but not all at once because there were a million and half Bs in that box. And now, with the business closed, would be a little more difficult to collect the money. So I asked for understanding, and obtained: the supervisor will split into four pieces debt to be paid in equal number of dates. That sounded good. Too well, in the circumstances. Recipe accepted remedy purchased. But, as later reported the company spokesmen, although the facilities given, Petit missed the first payment date, and then cut themselves seriously and came without the usual right to kick. Pay or pay, that was the only option. Determined

, fatal

Another version, never confirmed, says the plan proposed by one supervisor was rejected by senior officials, which Petit is closed all the exits. Thing that comes to be the least of because on Wednesday February 24 José Salvador Petit was presented at the Commercial Office of the Choir to fix things on their own. Asked to speak with the head of that office and brought him to Aura Rosa Namias, a manager of those brave, 33, who listened carefully to your complaint. The game began in fits from the start, because when Aura Rosa learned that the gentleman was paying it got tighter than usual, with that indomitable strength that characterizes the Falcon women. Petit
time traffic record of the reflective attitude to the supplicant, the supplicant to the powerless and impotent rage, as the lady was getting more Nami granite in his denials. Then came the moment of rage. Salvador Petit lifted the plastic bag he was carrying, it took a metal container. The Carnival was over a week ago, but still the man bathed with its contents to the official. The content was not water but something that you Namias Rosa Aura vaguely smelled gasoline or nail polish remover. What was he Petit? Will it remove the stains, faded, bleached a little? No: his intention was to set it on fire, and what he did. Only the flare well involve the woman reached himself and the two dozen customers at the scene.
The people wanted to do exactly what firefighters advised to do in such cases: out neatly and without being won over by the panic, but as panic is not tame and sheep to let you imagine the show: screaming, live fire, burned and suffocated people . The only dead in the event were Petit and Nami. And the dead do not have a second or third chance.

_______________________

The April 14, 1999 published it on El Nacional, with a title and I can see myself now: The darkest of persuasion.

How To Build A Triangle

fire, armed and supported

Ramiro X, mayor of capital Colonia Tovar-Tovar-up research is quite delicate, and an arrest warrant even more delicate. "Utilization of things from the offense" does not seem to sound very strong in a country that is accustomed to happen most monstrous crimes, but the problem with the friend Ramiro X is that the PTJ in Maracay found in the vaults of the mayor of Tovar, that is, in his office, a handful of jewels. After a simple verification authorities determined that these items had been taken to force the jewelry Damascus in the Victoria, by an armed gang.
When captured and interrogated about the origin of those jewels, the mayor hesitated, then gave an explanation that did not convince the commissioner Juan Villamizar, the PTJ-Maracay, and then I broke the scandal seriously. Along with Ramiro X went to jail on municipal police commander, Henry Perozo; Asdrúibal Martínez, José Morón Carucí and Moses, all officials of the municipality.
is a bizarre story, twisted, the kind that many people can not believe. But more twisted and bizarre, as well as intense, is the parallel story that allowed the previous win media space. Which maintained en vilo a los cuerpos policiales de Aragua, Miranda y el Distrito Federal; la historia brava dentro de la historia.

Alcaraván, compañero

Se llamaba Rubén Darío Medina Luna, tenía 34 años y vivía con su esposa y una hija en una urbanización de Valencia. Al margen de esa vida hogareña y familiar se desarrollaba su otra faceta, la perversa, la que lo llenó de dinero, comodidades, bienes y también un feo prestigio: el hombre era un consumado asaltante y llevaba encima un récord criminal bastante macabro, contentivo de ocho homicidios probados y algunos más que se le han atribuido pero nunca se le comprobaron.
La noticia más antigua que se tiene sobre su tétrica history dating from February 13, 1992. At that time ambushed and neutralized with his truck to the vehicle of brothers Nicola and Giovanni Del Vecchio on the Panamerican highway, before killing shot and take your car and property. Three months after the murder, after minuciuosas work of tracking and identification, Aragua PTJ identified him, gave his whereabouts and captured him. But Ruben Medina was among those who enjoy or are cast to sleep when they happen to be in prison. His disagreement with the loss of freedom was expressed by a dramatic May 1, 1996, when he escaped retainer Plant with a group of prisoners in the middle of a shootout that paralyzed the Francisco Fajardo highway.
As often happens in these cases, it had to happen and that vaporón that escape the eyes of the public to begin to come to light other interesting data about the subject escaped. The man belonged to a band named in the police environment as "the curlews" terror central area of \u200b\u200bthe country. Many shots had been allocated among business people assaulted and robbed of their cars. In 1996, after his escape, away to sit quiet and take a low profile to stay away from the arm of justice, began to reorganize his gang and now it came the hour of his funestagloria.
is possible that the ordinary citizen is one have no way to verify in situ the PTJ procedures in such situations, but the truth is that no bank, jewelry or fuel pump that the authorities stormed it attributed to Ruben and his band. Highlighted in their action and appearance provided by victims and witnesses of his shots the details of their weapons seemed to be enough to see those types footwear with submachine guns, assault rifles and high-caliber pistols for all the world will deliver the portfolio, cash registers, Schedule, wife, money. Chao

luck

Between August 1996 and late 1998, however, began the debacle of the curlews. One by one and in different places, always between Valencia, Maracay and Caracas, were killed in clashes falling, decimated by its own method of entrompe and carnage. Until March this year there were two survivors of the band. One, called David and Dario Vargas-Lares are discrepancies in the records, serving a sentence in Tocuyito retainer. The other, Ruben Dario Medina Luna, still had plenty of existential gasoline to make a new trail of blood and bad news on those streets watered.
On 7 January this year saw one of the few times when Medina Luna was face to face with the police. Occurred off the Blue Water station in La Trinidad, here in Caracas, when Medina was recently caught in a stolen car. A committee of the PTJ's voice gave loud and the man said in his best style, with successive bursts of machine gun that killed the deputy Jaime José Briceño (36 years) and José Luis Rondón official (26). Shortly after the assault occurred jewelry Damascus of Victoria, with credit balance of 40 million Bs in jewelry. At this point the story comes in. Mayor Colonia Tovar. It was his last big job, to be known.
Your guardian angel decided to leave on 5 March. A committee of the PTJ quietly followed him through the streets of Valencia to they decided to approach near his home in the urbanization El Parral. He was in a Toyota Camry with another man, when he realized he was being followed and tried to escape. In a time of persecution decided to change the procedure and faced shots to agents, but this time the score did not helped him, and fell dead with several bullets. His companion fled. This outcome is very simple, but no other. Unless one wants to dig deeply into the role of Mayor Ramiro X, but this is addressing the PTJ. _____________________

When I wrote to El Nacional , on April 11, 1999, I placed the title A hard man with a huge iron.

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The noise of the innocent

A heinous crime can not transcend or hurt many people. That depends on how the victim has in mind: justice for the poor does not exist, much less marginal and families lost in forgotten villages

Lagunillas sounds like heat and also to poverty. It is Lagunillas and can be expected to regulate anything down, especially if you're poor. Something that is not difficult: very few people are wealthy in this town. Does your taste a paradox the question, because it is in Lagunillas Zulia, Venezuela's richest state.
In this category of poor people rich state of family belongs Pacheco Urbina, a people that has seen the face of pelazón closely, almost from inside. To complete, live in a neighborhood called Stand There. Not that one has anything against the names of neighborhoods, but have you please explain how the hell out of someone going down in a neighborhood whose name reminded each time that our place is down there, not likely to arise: Stand there and do not study, do not put effort, do not work. With a subliminal order and one has no choice but put him a few cents half of the lottery and horse racing, or lie down to die for his devastating knockout tipped white cane and sadness.
Needless to say that there is also crime and backstabbing to give in these wastelands, and therefore, something that might work if there were not many guys who go crazy when they like a badge and a gun in his hands the police or believed to have a kind of virtual pass GET WITH all its inhabitants. Remember the official position of a former police chief of Baruta, whereby everything that moves in Petare parrot and smells of gunpowder, and therefore these people have to break his legs before removing a statement. Do not be surprised, that's pretty much the philosophy in many parts of Venezuela.
Pacheco Urbina's family he had the bad March 1. I had to touch him. Be marginal at a price. Do not pretend that you pay just hungry. Last

out

was a Municipal Police Force: five patrol arrived in the neighborhood Stand There, they handed roller and elbows as any kung-fu movie, hit a wall every two-legged creature that's wrinkle face to receive blows, and then, only after he began caching of documents.
But now one of the officers liked the face the younger son of Pacheco, one that called Yoeshit Alberto (16 years now) and began to ask hard and followed by some thugs, for a spanking in the neighborhood who were hiding there. The boy's family said later, "is tired of saying" that he never had dealings with any offender, which is to be immaterial. I really do not matter, because with the worst scourges have come some beloved characters portrayed in the top and why not have them or one-eighth of what went on that afternoon Alberto Pacheco.
What have witnesses and relatives of Alberto is roughly this: the boy was playing baseball, was arrested with a group more players, led to where requisitioned desguasado others and shot gun in the presence of a dozen witnesses. Within minutes you introduijeron on patrol, the driver started with the urgency of the case to the nearest hospital, where life came not with the young, by the way-and dog barking: there goes the body due to cold Alberto Yoeshit the morgue, and later to the grave.

The elusive justice,

again Here is when the story makes us something awfully similar to previous cases, but we'll review it anyway. Total, here we do not pretend to have fun-that's what have a Max Haines, long time since we got into with him, but they ruin the story on Sunday with some dirty questions about everyday. Example: the next day appeared in regional newspapers that the powerful squad of the Municipal Police were dispatched in heroic and risky action, there in the dangerous neighborhood Stand There. Health, Zulia! Finally there is someone who protects them in the streets.
few extra goodies to keep it in half. Mr. Freddy Pacheco took the appropriate steps to receive the body of his boy, and of course it was, but it was incomplete. Among other smaller footprints, Alberto had their genitals mutilated and lacked the cornea of \u200b\u200bone eye. The cornea is understood, and Dr. Jack Castro explained that when one dies their families have three hours to present a letter prohibiting her organs removed. Okay, maybe that was making him horny missing someone. But otherwise ... I do not know, I know. Many people in the world suffer from lack of balls, but no one is known to have transplanted a testicle. At best that science has reached is to clone a sheep, so it will be very difficult to explain why such cruelty.

Pacheco Urbina's family took a while, but finally did the paperwork relevant. Pacheco Urbina's family has told a thousand times the story of the raid, capture, of the shots, of mutilation. Pacheco Urbina's family has been heard, and he promised that the weight of the law will fall with all the haste on the perpetrators of the crime. Pacheco Urbina's family had no fortune: they live in Lagunillas. The policemen who murdered Albert walk down the street, freer than ever.

and Stand There: justice for the poor does not exist. After upset because one says it out loud. ________________

Posted 28/04/1999 with the same title. In El Nacional when he was a serious newspaper.