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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?

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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.