We are had dismayed and infuriated by the happened with the farm of the parents of the journalist Valentina Quintero, specialized in the topics of the tourism. The hate incited by Hugo Chávez, the madamas of this country, with his insults and threats, with his “be expropriated” without respecting the private ownership of others, because we are dissident, because we are not his dogs falderos, he is who goes to which they happen done like this one. Persons who many years had his hearth and form of life, which were appreciated by the settlers, whom they gave work and shared, suddenly appear before them as invaders in the new form of the people of the communes chavistas and agreements without compassion, it is more they set fire to the place and threatened them with death, like the proper enemies, labeled of "iligarcas". What is narrated next in the critiques is of terror, difficult to think the appropriate words although the history of Andrea, the granddaughter, FAREWELL CARU that also annex is really touching.
It highlights the following thing:
“The assiduous visitors were for the most part admirers of the infusions of malojillo, balm, conchitas of tangerine and cinnamon, ajiceros and jams of fruits, which were commercialized in the farm. Between other attractions, the hosts were persons of fluid conversation and of big friendliness, who had been amalgamated in a particular way to the village, his people and his customs … Nevertheless in less than five days the paradise transformed in a hell, many people who up to yesterday they were smiling corrected them of oligarchs and invaders of a ground “that they belongs for his condition of indigenous natives”.
The facts. Case of the farm of the parents of the journalist Valentina Quintero.
legend of the photo: In the farm You Sow of fruit-bearing and aromatic they were destuídas (Courteousness Arianna Quintero)
on Tuesday, the 09th of March, the 2010th
Parents of Valentina Quintero affirm that they will not leave the people varguense
Invaders threaten with death the Caruao innkeepers
The Guaira. - Throughout last fifteen years the farm The Guachafita, property of Tony and Ann Carlota Quintero, was a forced reference to those who were visiting Caruao, coastal town that along with Osma, Chuspa, Todasana and The Savanna, they shape the parish of the this end of the state Vargas.
The assiduous visitors were for the most part admirers of the infusions of malojillo, balm, conchitas of tangerine and cinnamon, ajiceros and jams of fruits, which were commercialized in the farm.
Between other attractions, the hosts were persons of fluid conversation and of big friendliness, who had amalgamated in a particular way the people, his people and his customs.
Another additive was that the Farmer there were the ancestors of the journalist Valentina Quintero, who has dedicated big part of his career to announce the attributes of the country and much especially of the coast, for being the paradise selected by his parents to live in his golden years.
Nevertheless in less than five days the paradise transformed in a hell, many people who up to yesterday they were smiling corrected them of oligarchs and invaders of a ground “that they belongs for his condition of indigenous natives”.
Approximately 40 persons, who say to represent 60 families, invaded the three hectares one of the property. They felled it and they were burning hot. And before the presence of the National Guard and the Lawyer's office of the state, who caught the leader of the invasion, threatened the life of the Farmer, to burn the house and his vehicles if they were not leaving the village and were withdrawing the denunciations, because the grounds “were needed for the development of a popular town planning”.
“In August of last year, a small group of invaders entered the areas with the excuse of which in the place there would be constructed the houses of the Institute of the Housing of Vargas. The argument was denied by the authorities and the persons evicted quickly. The proper governor of the state, Jorge Luis García Carneiro, pointed out that it would not allow the invasions in the area”, told the transmitting one.
From this moment the relations were not the same. Little imported the contribution that the Farmer they had done to the library or to the proper communal advice. If they had no housings, it was a responsibility of the Farmer and not of others.
“To the Government this him went away of the hands because it does not have way of protecting anybody. One feels vulnerable and neglected”, mentioned Farmer, who came yesterday the District attorney's office of Vargas to denounce the threats and the forced eviction of the housing. As for the intervention of the local authorities, the attorney of Vargas, Pedro Rodríguez, made sure that they were not declaring themselves incompetent and that they will look for a solution in the case Farmer. “The regional Government will allow more invasions neither in buildings nor in rural and urban areas, because they bring more misery to the population. The communal advices must not accept this type of illegal occupations”.
He emphasized that “those persons installed in invaded spaces will be excluded and we will not take them into consideration for future housings awarding in the state”.
Nadeska Noriega Avila
SPECIAL FOR UNIVERSAL
Valentina Quintero: The problem of the invasions him went away of the hands to the Government. It contains audio with his declarations.
For Adriana Arteaga Quintero. Journalist of office, traveler of profession (Valentina's Daughter)
on Monday, the 8th of March 2010
FAREWELL CARU
So much that I wanted Caruaíto of my life to you. They were 15 years old treading on your gramitas, seeing like my grandma it was turning you into an oasis of maticas, flowers, cartelitos and details. I remember the first time that we saw you, you were a terrenito with potential, the house was quite injured and you had few plants to give us shelter, but you stung accomplice the eye to us, we knew that you were the perfect place so that my grandpas were living through the evening of colors that were deserved after a long demurrage in this world. They baptized “The Guachafita” to you because this way we are the Farmer, jodedorcitos, compinchosos, a clan. I spent thousand holidays with you, covered all the beaches that you had left close, the rivers, the mountains, I lived through my adolescent idiocies and grew sheltering in your grounds. Because that you were always for me: a refuge, an isolated area of peace, a leakage of the metropolis, of the life, of everything. This was the role that you were playing for my grandparents and I decided to stick in that one. Yes, I suppose that already you habrás realized that I speak to you in past, also you must be pulled down by the fire and the chopping that undressed you. And I know that you also are going to miss us, because for 15 years we gave you love and care that you returned us in fruits and green been grateful. I feel it very much, we never wanted to leave you, but you deserve an explanation and I am going to give it to you.
On February 28 they were Inés, Luis Gerónimo, It was shining, Victory, Fredy and Ignacio in The Guachafita, you know, of these combinations that were happening without nobody warning earlier because they all were entering this house like river in conuco. The warmth of my grandparents always allowed it. Suddenly there came Aníbal, the boy who was taking care of you along with me grandparents, to give us the pitazo of which they were invading for the entry. It had already happened earlier and we had solved it in peace and for the law, all your roles are in rule. But this time the thing was turning out to be worse. They came determined to fell and “to clean the area”, when we ask them they treated us rudely and we knew that it was the Communal Advice the one that was authorizing the mistake. We were the same Sunday to see the president of the Advice, it received us calmly and said to us that it was not his fault, that the communal assembly had solved to check your roles, but that the invasion was not authorized in itself … We Did an appointment for the following Tuesday, we would take the documents so that they saw that you were in rule. Now we know that it was an ingenuousness, think that the dialogue was possible. It was not like that. The people of Caruao, these people with whom my grandparents it coexisted in perfect harmony for 15 years, these people with who we sing Christmas bonuses in the rooster masses, these children whom my grandma led to painting and read them stories, THIS village, without warning, turned us into the enemy. We happen of being the guachafitos to be “landowners“, “oligarchs“ and another heap of things that we do not understand. They transformed in “unsweetened mate“, “oppressed“ and “needy“. They did not allow us to speak and the documents were of walk, it was not even interesting to them to see them. Ironic what, to think that if your ground was not better made use, it was because there was no way of obtaining labor in the area.
This way the things we were dismayed of the meeting, my grandparents were pulled down, were not comprising a word from what it was happening to them. During this week they stopped burning you enterito, every arbolito felled you, they turned you into a sad and faded desert. We speak with the Governor of Vargas, with the police and the National Guard. To the following Saturday we put the denunciation in the GN and the Governor mismito gave the eviction order. The very same Attorney one appeared with a Commander and the whole commission of armed men to clear up. They were in charge to call to the Communal Advice and any the inhabited one one appeared. They did not manage to come to anything, these people were inflamed, driven to despair of anger, it was terrible to see how we had turned into the target of so many anger. This day one appeared the whole family to support you. We went away enough desesperanzados, but we decided to give a time compass to the authorities that so much I support they were giving to us, to see what was happening. On Sunday in the evening the thing was complicated. The invaders they appeared to do a stew and to stop felling to machete top. We call the GN driven to despair trying to protect you, they came in 40 minutes, threw a few shots to the air and took the imprisoned one for undocumented person. To try to clear up and to defend yourself was a fast explosive, the people caught fire of anger, they began to threaten us loudly from a distance. Then a pair of them went away up to the house where there were only Antonio and my grandpas to say to them that if to 9pm they had not released the arrested, we were paying it, they would burn the house with all inside and if we were passing for the people they were burning the car. Antonio called us asustadísimo, and with all reason. We start for there at once, how I said to you, the Farmer we are a close clan. In the way Carola warned us that in the people it had armed a zaperoco, that the inhabited one wanted to get to the house and the police were trying to stop them. Even the police were in panic, there was no possible gun. We come and everything calmed down when there him was asked the GN that should release the vandal one … we did not have how to protect us. It was very sad, we had to gather what we could. For the first time in my entire life I saw my grandfather crying, my devastated grandma, my mom, the whole family. We never think that we would have to go out of your grounds like war refugees, but that we are. We all - they “the villains” and we “the good ones” - are ALL victims of a situation that overcomes us. Of a government to which him the situation went away of the hands, there they went away of the hands his speech of confrontation, which the authority does not manage to apply because they have not been able to give the example. Of a social decomposition that not for, that algidece with the consumption of drugs and alcohol, with not complete promises and with the law of the minimal effort. You can believe that we went to the district attorney's office to put the denunciation and both the district attorney, like the attorney, and the commander of the GN they said that they could not do anything … Yes, we also are sad, it us hurt in the soul to say goodbye of you. Especially this way, so rapid, in only one week to get accustomed to the idea of not meeting any more. But you have to understand that for us the important thing the life of my grandparents is and with the things how is life you cannot already be a hearth for them. Ciao Caru. Ciao forever. So much that I loved you.
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