PHOTO: EL DIARIO DE JUAREZ
I am facing a reporter's computer no longer tells stories because he's dead.
His peers in the drafting of the Diario de Juarez agreed that their place is intact with a picture that says: The Choco is here.
Just a can of incense that is over, a cup which had flowers, computer and a photo printed on a sheet reporting appears.
A reconstruction of testimony tells me Rodríguez 'colleagues told days before his death on November 13, 2008: Do not be afraid ...
Armando Choco told him by his skin color. The morning that killed him was getting ready to take your 8 year old daughter at primary school. His wife and fellow journalist, Blanca Martinez, gave a little syrup to the smallest when he heard the shots. Armando came out and saw wounded. He took the girl from the car and into the house. Upon his return he managed to say to him that she was not hurt. Armando died seconds later.
President Felipe Calderón told a group of journalists and members of the Inter American Press Association on September 22, 2010 that they had arrested the alleged murderer of Armando. Les
leaked that Hugo Valenzuela Castañeda called "The Vale" or "3."
But the Diario de Juárez investigated and discovered that the man had been killed on July 8, 2010 in the state prison in Juarez. Also had a complaint with Rights Human military because he was tortured to blame other murders.
On one side of the place of Armando is the place of Luz del Carmen Sosa. It is also empty because it has gone to Spain to receive an award that the newspaper El Mundo daily coverage given by the news that smacks of red ink in Juarez.
find that on a shelf has dozens of spent cartridges of different calibers of bullets was found when covering a murder. Days later asked about that: - I have a lot more than me let me "do not forget.
" I think no one has seen the pain that I've seen: Do you know how it feels when you see a dead mother and have her baby in her arms pissed and hurt?
Do you know what your partner is in front of you is dead and another wounded asking you to go with him in the ambulance and paramedics listening to key words in there beds in the hospital? Or that in a fire is out of water?
I repeat:
- How do the mothers and actual reporting?
- I'm more reporter than a mother, I confess
- How do you combine the house with bullets?
- My children are accustomed to my work, they know I do, read the newspaper, see news. Are no strangers to the situation of the city. Even in some cases they or their friends have given me information on violent events
kidnappings, robberies. I was always the absent breast. That they were late to school. Which took them out of school to cover a violent event. Iban me to crawl. Have been involved since they were born in my work.
But that has given us a different perspective of life to all three. We value life too much, the time together.
- Have you ever thought of going to Juarez to the threats he has received? Others seek asylum ...
- Look, I do not need me to put a gun to your head or send me a text message or a call on my cell phone to feel threatened. The risk is implicit since they killed and Luis Carlos El Choco and the murderers remain free. Stop doing my work would be almost like betraying myself. Because to my report is a lifelong commitment. And if you ask me if I prefer to go into exile to die for doing my job, I prefer the latter. I do not want to be a martyr or victim. I just want to do what they do.
- Do you owe something to journalism or journalism owes something to you?
- I owe more professionalism, therefore aims to prepare ... not owe me anything, I think only the writer can understand how a journalist can be so addictive ...
- At the back of your place is the site of Armando wrote: El Choco is here, says the paper. What do you think of that act of faith in the drafting?
- addition of faith is love ... this language is old. We met young. We attended our weddings, births of our children,
piñatas, 15, divorces, we are family and friends of a lifetime
- How experienced the murder Armando?
- The shock of the murder of arming was devastating. Yet joined us. We almost
welded. This wording is twinned with ink and blood. Passion for journalism.
At night, I go to report to a photojournalist who makes cookies in the afternoon to earn a little more silver and night 'patrol' - as he says, the labyrinths of Juarez with his camera canon, a trench coat, hair coated with gel and loaded with adrenaline. David Cross is a reporter for the Diario de Juárez.
Now open your trunk as a policeman that has marked the high this morning, he approaches his window. The police acknowledge and David Cross interior light.
- Here I bring cookies, while in the background tells the turret lights the curtains closed for business in downtown Juárez. The policeman salutes and says to follow your path.
- Ah, these cops, "exclaims David.
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We turn in the bottom Ignacio Altamirano and I see a military truck near the bridge leading into El Paso Texas.
- Very often dream that they will kill me and I say God take care of me, the truth is not when you return. As things stand, do not know if at any time you find yourself the gunmen and give you the mother you too. Without deberla or feared. You know well that you're in the ring.
So we have had to suddenly assembled the shootings when they cover a run. We have to work with fear and everything. And so never mind.
Suddenly, David Cross has learned this morning that there is an alleged execution in Aeronautics Avenue entrance.
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Having my crazy, I'm at the entrance of Aeronautics, tells his colleague on the radio. David
that gunmen sometimes dreams take him to a very high cliff to kill him.
- Once I dreamed I had shaven heads. That body was on one side and my head was elsewhere.
- But even so, I always think that in Juarez can be a change.
The phone rings. He reported that the alleged discovery of a murdered man was a false alarm. A light shows me his eyes wobble to the right speed. We were headed to downtown Juarez and David patrol the news. In Juarez there is much to tell.
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