No se mata la verdad
Autor: Temóris Grecko
Número de Páginas: 344"They came for her husband. The trucks arrived with a crash, the occupants came down screaming, their grandchildren played in the street, both ran scared. It was seven thirty in the afternoon. They were followed by at least six men. Others stayed outside, on duty. In the rustic interior courtyard, María Ordóñez could only hug the little ones. The only room with a door inside the house was the one below. The invaders tore her down. But there was no one behind. They seized a laptop, a tablet, a camera, two cell phones: the reporter's work tools. He slept on the top floor. The fatigue of two days of hard work did not allow the noise to alert Moisés Sánchez. He probably woke up when he felt the blows, or perhaps just when they dragged him out. Embrace children, strong: until that reached the power of Mary. With his grandchildren he watched how they took the grandfather. “Vinieron por su marido. Las camionetas llegaron con estruendo, los ocupantes bajaron entre gritos, sus nietos jugaban en la calle, ambos corrieron asustados. Eran las siete y media de la tarde. Los siguieron al menos seis hombres. Otros quedaron afuera, de guardia. En el rústico patio interior, María...
