For Mirelis Morales Tovar
read the newspaper. And I feel chills. "Teen killed ..."," young student dies ...", "massive assault lasted four hours in a shopping center" official vehicle stolen Perez Vivas ...", "two teenagers killed in a fire that did not control for lack water ...", "The thugs I killed my two only sons." Holders of the same day, the same newspaper, in the same section.
When immersed in an environment of violence, not you realize. You get immune. Or simply endure. But when you look at the distance, you can not help but wonder how comes to that. How can we live (if we can say to that "live") that way. How we could have used to feel the dead lie, to bring fear to the surface and succumb to indifference. I have
afraid to return. Of being victimized. Or to have a close victim. I do not want to be a bird of ill omen. But in a country which has the highest murder rate in South America (48 per hundred thousand inhabitants in 2010, according Incosec) and where in the last ten years 124,500 people have died because of violence can not be think otherwise. Why? Why do we have the levels of violence in Colombia or Mexico? What we fail? What can be done? Too many questions unanswered. And meanwhile, what ... Do we still getting used to living in fear? Or wait for our turn? ...
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