Friday June 5, 8am. I'm in the taxi heading to my work. I'm not alone, Alfre is with me and I will be telling about how he found Huancayo his last trip, the work that is pending, and making plans for the weekend. At some point, can not remember, the driver was already part of our conversation. He, about 30 years and ingenuous countenance, he told us it was coming from Chandigarh, one of the many coffee-growing families in the area, how well that sells coffee to Italy and the occasional crop of coca leaves smuggling families also grow there. "As well as coffee is now no longer come to steal the coca leaf, but the coffee. A packet of coffee beans worth a lot, so the Chileans want to buy the whole area, "he said.
Then, RPP gives latest news of the revolt occurred in Bagua last night: "11 policemen killed by a group of natives in what apparently was a confrontation because so many natives were wounded." There was silence.
- "Now, where are the human rights of these policemen," Alfre burst.
- "The police do not have human rights because they are authority," I explained.
- "Ya, but what do you do if you are 10 and above will kill you" he replied.
- "Self-defense does not exist for us, as they put you in jail," replied the driver.
I did not know was that our driver had served the Peruvian Army, first at a base in Chachapoyas and then during the war in the Cenepa.
- "I spent a full year in jail," he added. There was another silence, this time longer.
- "I killed my brother," said the taxi driver. Alfred and I spent saliva.
- "He was stabbing my sister almost killed her. I defended myself and cut my arm, I put a bullet in the head and died. It was him or me. "
- But maybe it was not self defense?, I said.
- "The judge said that as a member of the army, my case was that of self-defense and sent me to jail a year completely, "he says with resignation. "After that I asked for my retirement from the Army and came to Lima. Now taxiway, but I got my driving license to carry a heavy load A3, "he says.
Right there we reached our destination, we pay the race and we parted cordially. Although we wanted to continue the conversation, was a break having got off the taxi. Reality strikes.
Ten hours later, as I get a call home. Alfre was and tells me what he had seen on the news. The Army had to rescue the policemen who were kidnapped in Bagua, drove back the natives and imposed a curfew. A police officer who rescued account spent Thursday night: the natives surrounded the police station, disarmed, tied, tortured, and one by one were slain.
I could not help thinking of the driver in the morning. The paradox of a man who only use disposable when war, terrorism and narco-terrorism. A chip of pitbul GIJoe murderer who must mutate to citizen psychologically stable if the "civil society" so requires. The paradox of these policemen dead, however, is to have as civilized citizen chip in dealing with people pitbul type murderer. And we of the "civil society", for whom would you respond now? Amigo
soldier policeman friend, if not inmolándote glory for your country, you're in a better future as a taxi driver (are you talking to me?), easy until you make your strip-although before that, of course, you will not have gotten jail for violate human rights or kill your brother, so are the paradoxes.
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