Throat cut by cable stretched across a street in Caracas, Santiago
Enrique Pedroza seems to have died a Driver
kinda death: half-fate, half-chance, happens fast.
But how did the 29-year-old, working class motorcyclist come to be riding into
the middle class district of Horizonte? And what about the wire – who put it
there and why?
Scenario One: when the supermarket closes, hard-working shop
assistant Pedroza climbs onto his motorbike and rides home to his family. In
the dark he can’t see the cable which slits open his throat – the death trap
set by middle class boys looking for kicks, desperate to lose their own insignificance.
Lying on the pavement, lifeblood dribbling away, he can’t understand how it
happened like this.
Scenario Two: when the supermarket closes hard-working shop
assistant Pedroza climbs onto his motorbike and rides home to his family. In
the dark he can’t see the wire-trap laid by middle class ‘fascists’ acting on
the advice of a retired general. The same kids who’ve been firebombing trucks used
in state sponsored food programmes, have taken it upon themselves to defend
their home-ground against ‘criminal elements’ and supporters of the post-Chavez
government. They didn’t mean for Pedroza to die. But he knew which side he
belonged to, just as much as they do.
Maybe Scenario One, perhaps Two, most likely Somewhere In Between.
Maybe Scenario One, perhaps Two, most likely Somewhere In Between.
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