sharp and deafening sound of the siren broke, without notice, in the silent night and sleepy. Repeated the desolate streets echo the speaker stunner hit on one of the light poles on the block and, for ten minutes, all you heard was the cry mechanical sound waves that disrupted my sleep achieved after several hours of insomnia.
The alarm is stopped for a few seconds in the groans were heard a man with a trembling voice and breathy. However, the street was alone and without the time to understand the invisible cries, the siren began to sound again, leaving the pavement as the only image pervaded by a dim, yellowish light.
While the noise was, I looked out my window trying to look for the reason that chaos had broken out at night, but it was only with the final stop of the alarm that I know what it was. Through the separate branches of a tree that blocked the view, I saw three men surrounding a room that was lying on the floor.
-fucking gonorrhea. You're going to do kill Pirobase - constantly repeated in a voice that was continued by threatening that impacted kicked in the stomach and lower limbs of the fourth man.
latter did not speak, spent several minutes being abused and in the silence of the night was heard but the sound of his voice to reactionary every hit they hit. At times, the fury was angry the three men hit while till you drop and retake momentum.
After several minutes listening to the conversation 'public' of the three men in the middle of the asphalt, realized that the alarm was not the complaint to the beating that was done on the street, but to steal the fourth man who ran one of the companies. ;
Then the executioners were grinding to shock the thief, while discussing what they would do with it, as if they were judges who ruled in a criminal:
- You know what? We will take the workshop and we'll put a bag Pirobase "said one of them, while his companion, dressed in gray, surrounding the block away where he was the caretaker of the neighborhood, looking carefully to not miss a second of the 'show'.
The man in gray and the guard returned together to the scene, one with the bobbin of office and the other with a stick in his hand.
"That is the same as last time," said the watchman.
- Yes is the same? - One of them said "Look at their faces, look at him the face of the rat.
"Yes, the same. Do not let go, the back and steals Peel this sonofabitch! - Replied the old and paunchy watchman all night through the streets of the neighborhood parsimoniously.
After the short trial, the man in gray suit and used the thief again heard, this time with intense and desperate cries that seemed to tear her throat.
However, half an hour of shouting, insults, beatings and alarms were not sufficient for the "true law" did Colombian presence there. It took one man to take out his cell phone and call directly to a "known" him to the police so that it would stop the thief and to use its "monopoly of force" to provide command and control.
After the arrival of a patrol, the three men were taken away and then I could see him, shirtless and barefoot, wet and rainy night mired in, cornered on a sidewalk with head down and plunged into a deep and sad tears.
When the thief was apprehended by the 'law', the three men went to his motorcycle and left quietly, without being questioned or even challenged by torture handed and with a tone of camaraderie with the security forces, were dismissed as if they were colleagues.
It is no secret that there is justice in Medellin who patrol the streets parallel with 9 mm, radios and motorcycles that allow them to arrive just in time to give 'exemplary punishment' for offenders law.
-called Convivir groups, introduced by the then governor of Antioquia Álvaro Uribe Vélez (and denounced by the UN) are paradoxically justice more quickly, effectively and immediately the country, but also the most unfair. His torture, murder and extortion have watched for years the community without anyone doing anything about it and with the widespread acceptance of a citizenry that these criminals is a necessary evil.
These men are treated with respect in the streets, greeted in a friendly tone for the community and labeled under the euphemism of "private security companies." However, there are more than mercenaries to kill hidden license granted by the citizens and the police, an institution that has long abandoned its duty to protect the streets and criminal authorities delegated they do much better job.
They are in every district of the city and in all spheres of society paisa. But not as bad there as the fact that they are protected, respected and even loved by common people to know that approves them, is supporting sophisticated forms of crime that swell the death toll of Medellin.
in Colombia say that justice is not served. I say yes will do, but not the justice we need. Not even justice.
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