(Published in the Daily Reporter on 06/05/2009)
I had to close their eyes
Víctor M. Barranco C.
's Watching forever, even though he was only 15 years. The tragedy sounded hollow, dark, incredible and even aloof. There was in this garden or the smell or the brilliance of his youth, or that package of dreams, wake up, I shared with him as he grew older. Just a mattress of wood and candlelight inevitable. The sound of the distance, it was just a rumor learned new sorrows. Today, with the inevitable, go with that clothing full of such great pain that now scrambling because of whom, apparently over a few drinks, he killed her with his car, wounding one and his cousin fled. The left lying and bleeding on the ground, without shame, without remorse, without providing the assistance required. Victims of their recklessness. From double. Winding when on a sidewalk, and if any stranded maybe ... because there is no finger worse than consciousness. Today, behind his eyelids, with that slow walking who should definitely leave the smiles, invents times to his wife and wanders through the corridors of the judiciary trying to get justice. His only daughter. Your beautiful angel. Torn from life, badly. So in the end, in the place where your love hurt, the lights are now only flashes blinded and that hurt the shadow which has sheltered temporarily to avoid the pain that permeates his bones in a strange perverse. It was. He closed his eyes. In the cold environment of a morgue where the pain must also fight the vultures, commission, carrion dwelling in these environments despite trying to take advantage of others, also felt the despair of the misery and ingratitude of the experience. And that foul atmosphere of those who, without shame, without embarrassment, traffic in the return of the remains of loved ones. Every hour was a new accusation. Discover that amid the worst nightmare, not only the shamelessness of those who killed his daughter and wounded his nephew escaped without any remorse, but the impunity that checking, shakes his insomnia every new night. In its report, the charging papers, the research made in the reports, the record is much more than a trace. The steps mark the tragedy felt. That sinister tread of those walking, are trying to erase the trail. Red wine that car, where you try to erase the sins of so much misery busy. They finished with your family, your dreams, dreams of it, and the child still suffer the consequences of winding. For now, it only is a document, a witness, a pit, smiles, dreams and hopes for her ... battling in his heart and his mind, with that wooden box able to witness his death. Early. Unfair. Irresponsible and unpunished. The abortion in the morning ... and despite all the evidence, irresponsibility realenga, enjoying, threatening ... playing to impunity and forgetfulness.
's Watching forever, even though he was only 15 years. The tragedy sounded hollow, dark, incredible and even aloof. There was in this garden or the smell or the brilliance of his youth, or that package of dreams, wake up, I shared with him as he grew older. Just a mattress of wood and candlelight inevitable. The sound of the distance, it was just a rumor learned new sorrows. Today, with the inevitable, go with that clothing full of such great pain that now scrambling because of whom, apparently over a few drinks, he killed her with his car, wounding one and his cousin fled. The left lying and bleeding on the ground, without shame, without remorse, without providing the assistance required. Victims of their recklessness. From double. Winding when on a sidewalk, and if any stranded maybe ... because there is no finger worse than consciousness. Today, behind his eyelids, with that slow walking who should definitely leave the smiles, invents times to his wife and wanders through the corridors of the judiciary trying to get justice. His only daughter. Your beautiful angel. Torn from life, badly. So in the end, in the place where your love hurt, the lights are now only flashes blinded and that hurt the shadow which has sheltered temporarily to avoid the pain that permeates his bones in a strange perverse. It was. He closed his eyes. In the cold environment of a morgue where the pain must also fight the vultures, commission, carrion dwelling in these environments despite trying to take advantage of others, also felt the despair of the misery and ingratitude of the experience. And that foul atmosphere of those who, without shame, without embarrassment, traffic in the return of the remains of loved ones. Every hour was a new accusation. Discover that amid the worst nightmare, not only the shamelessness of those who killed his daughter and wounded his nephew escaped without any remorse, but the impunity that checking, shakes his insomnia every new night. In its report, the charging papers, the research made in the reports, the record is much more than a trace. The steps mark the tragedy felt. That sinister tread of those walking, are trying to erase the trail. Red wine that car, where you try to erase the sins of so much misery busy. They finished with your family, your dreams, dreams of it, and the child still suffer the consequences of winding. For now, it only is a document, a witness, a pit, smiles, dreams and hopes for her ... battling in his heart and his mind, with that wooden box able to witness his death. Early. Unfair. Irresponsible and unpunished. The abortion in the morning ... and despite all the evidence, irresponsibility realenga, enjoying, threatening ... playing to impunity and forgetfulness.
"I write to my mail and I said: It is very likely that the mere fact of receiving these lines do not remember who I am, but if you interview me to see me I'm sure it will. In recent days I have tried to locate it but I failed, I went to Prom and even my father did leave a note at home with the caretaker. I understand that because public person, there are many faces you see and have seen somewhere and not know where. To help you, since I am unemployed, I worked as a waiter and many times was I who attended ... On another occasion I wrote to your mail to discuss the clappers of the transit tax ... and you even mentioned me in his column on Wednesdays. I intend to communicate with you on this occasion relates to mourn a tragic fact that my soul and my wife, as well as the relatives near and far, in addition to the friends that I like make public knowledge and thank the entire community for the support Cabudare great and volunteer to have felt after what happened that fateful Saturday 09/03/1928. We agree to an interview, come to my office and tell me ....
- A November 22 my wife gave birth to a beautiful, beautiful girl who always wanted to know who had the name of the start of the World, as indicated by the Bible: "Genesis." With this name, I always wanted to pay tribute, as it was a blessed gift of the first grandchild of both families, and also only around for his uncles and therefore our only daughter. The days passed and with them came moments of blessing, happiness and joy. We saw it grow, fulfilling their dreams and ours. Sharing his first word. His first toy. His first joy. The triumphs as a student. Satisfactions as a daughter. Achievements as a friend. Their breakfast, their laughter, their work tasks, and those first six years of the most tender and beautiful children that an angel might have ... start Liceo years, where he stood out as excellent student, selfless and responsible, always with the Support us in each of their jobs and each of their moments of fatigue ... Throughout his life, he opened a bar of pals and girlfriends, who shared his best he was very happy and playful so loved everyone who saw it, and was also respectful of the adults who love it and know ... participated in the Boys' Choir Cabudare, he learned to sing and play flute, which in turn taught me graduate .. In recent months, ninth grade studying at the Liceo Jacinto Lara in the same municipality ¸ Palavecinense met her fifteen years with the support of her uncles, they are welcome. It was not a party in style, not pompous .... Rather was an intimate, familiar, humble, because we have great wealth. Our greatest pride are the children, including one lives, sacrifices, effort and achieved some goals, but always with the hope of seeing them grow, graduate, and why not? to make us grandparents among other things ... But all the efforts, hopes and dreams were interrupted violently and tragically on Saturday 3/28/2009, when the sidewalk of the house, a reckless driver, claimed the lives impacted her and her cousin and ran away, if it was an animal, left without help ... As if he did not also children. As if it did not hurt the lives of some children. Without taking responsibility, not just as a driver of the vehicle ... but as a human being, a parent, a child should be. Was Saturday, more tragic and hard since I have lived or are alive ...
- What was it that happened?
- We gathered at the home of a brother poking a cake to one of the children. At half past nine went to take my mother home ... there I was informed that my girl and her cousin, a suspected drunken man had run over ... and had absconded. Receive news so hard, that dream never get struck me, when I found out I ran even with the hope of finding her alive, with a broken bone, a cut or other details, but alive. ... And when you reach the Clinic, I only saw the words of doctors and nurses who worked their way to me for me to come, with this reaction, although I felt that nobody told me-it was too late ... From that moment changed and turned upside down life. I had it in my hands at birth, which often took his hands and kissed everyday wear to school and walking anywhere at that time ... to live the hardest moment of my life .... Have in mine, your hands again ... but this time filled with the blood of my daughter graduate. I could not understand why in such a short time, extinguished a life.
- Where was she?
- was in the house and went to fire someone with a nephew. There appeared a car without a light, high speed, which is mounted on the sidewalk, ran over and fled. A neighbor of the sector, on a street about 14 meters wide. She was killed, and ten year old boy, left with consequences that still suffers.
- And the driver?
- is identified. I even say it has a history, but I am not aware. There are witnesses who claim to have seen drinking before the accident in a business sector. Some have heard uttering threats, to the point that I had to ask, I'm the victim, police protection was accorded me by the Public Prosecutor. My girl left me dead on the site ... and my nephew still has severe headache, dizziness, clouding of vision, difficulty sleeping.
- Do you have more children?
- Unlicensed was my only daughter
- How do you feel?
- Everything. Anger, helplessness, pain, sadness, frustration, anxiety. I had to close their eyes. Remove it from the morgue. And while my daughter was crying in an evil hour late, having to face the vultures of the funeral home trying to do business. A promising employees to ease the delivery of the body of my daughter if I gave them half a million Bolivars of the ancients. That kind of hell that makes domestic much more cruel and unbelievable nightmare. It was I who told my wife. My God has given her a lot of courage to face it. She was our sunshine. The center of the house. Our hope. Joy. The future .... And look, today thanks to the negligence or irresponsibility is no longer with us. Since then the story changes, because I can not dress my daughter to a party, never thought I would give you from that moment no one wants to bed and dream: a box ... and not the house you never think, a grave. Always dream of a nice big house with a room for all your stuff and we never crossed his mind that we would go, at fifteen years, the cemetery to visit his grave ... if time could return, I would go that day five minutes before, when I told my daughter have a beautiful smile, I love you!. ... But only five minutes sufficed for the blinding reckless life. And the hardest thing to understand is that human beings are born, develop and die, we come to this earth to fulfill a mission, but nobody ever explained the meaning of death, how come and what time? Children usually bury their parents and law of life, but how?, Why?, How? In this case the opposite happened. And believe me graduate, parents are not prepared to bury the children.
- What study?
- Third year of high school, what we know today as the ninth grade. He was one of the best averages of the course. Look, "she says proudly showing me the skills of her daughter was an excellent student. I answered all their questions. I always had an answer for it. Now graduated, I have no single answer to these questions that my wife and I do every second of what happened? Why us? Why her?
- Do you trust the justice?
- I hope to keep trusting. Do not get me back a crab. In the prosecution have been very diligent XVI with the case. Have been very good to us. Especially for a comment he did to my brother, the boy's father also hit with my daughter, as to not require it, procediéramos not ... it was better that we stay quiet and we avoid problems we
- Do threatened?
- Well, apparently yes. To this point I requested protection public prosecutor and granted me. Although we know we have the protection of the divine angel. Note Bachelor few days ago one of his colleagues and friends came home and saw my wife crying told me "I come to talk to his wife, because this your door is great because it is not Genesis. She always invited us to study together, I dreamed that she told me ... I cry so much that I'm fine where I am "
- Why not have more children?
- Due to health problems. My wife has serious problems with stress.
- Due to health problems. My wife has serious problems with stress.
- If they could "have more children?
- Look, we are evaluating. Today medical science has advanced considerably and have told us that with appropriate controls can. That although there are some risks, not alone itself a decade ago. There is no word that I say, how have so many illusions and dreams of getting the title of educating a child and now only receive the death certificate and that the celebration was to express happiness became prayers and last night ... having a wife suffering more than anyone, the rest bereaved family and in my heart a void and a disappointment ...
- Any further discussion?
- If you decide to publish my nightmare, made known to the whole community of Cabudare, we appreciate all the solidarity, support, admiration, amazement and respect for my Angel, to whom I gave as a name ... The beginning of all things as the Holy Bible ... Genesis ...
A shocking testimony. One shudders impotence. Awaiting justice must now lean on his evenings in that place where lies the affection absent. From there, inventing a source of light colors to water each area of \u200b\u200bmemory that keeps you sleepless. Place the side of the road, this misery cystic friend from that night in the worst of his days. Will find clarity in the shadows. Some reason. Any indication. A look of encouragement in the midst of turbulence, bundle up your child. Will return to the top. In Genesis. Where a smile, fifteen year, a kiss, a question, holding hands, a strong arm ... it was the best justification for their existence. Going to try not continue to die in life. To cease doing justice in this tragedy that distorts their daily lives. Will seek the truth. Not to retrieve his daughter would be walking in the impossible. If not for that justice can be reconciled with life. And nobody smiles replace death in the midst of a shameful impunity. So that never again, by the negligence or abuse of alcohol, a child ... parents have to mourn her death.
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