Today is not a happy day.
I know that there is crime all over the world. In every city around the globe people get killed and usually it is not much more than an article in the newspaper. Today is different, because I saw the consequences.
The victim went out early Monday morning to go do his job. He had to go fix a bus (he was a mechanic) somewhere along the boulevard in Veracruz. I don’t know whether he ever got there, or whether he disappeared on his way back. Either way, this was the last time anybody saw him. He was found two days later, killed. They had slashed his throat and cut him in various places.
What exactly happened? I don’t know. My Spanish is not good enough to get the details, and really, does it matter? Throughout the world people get killed over the most stupid reasons. Is there ever a good reason to kill someone?
I did not know the victim, but I know his sister and I see the pain and hurt on her face. I see her cry. She is crushed. His wife and children are crushed and there is nothing they can do. They don’t know what exactly happened either, but from what they know, they think he was tortured before he died. That is very hard to stomach.
As you may be aware, Mexico has a dark side. People get killed all the time. From what I understand, most victims are either journalists that write about the drug war, innocent migrants on their way to a better life in the United States or members of gangs that are in the middle of the drug war. I didn’t think being a bus mechanic was considered a dangerous profession.
I am not a religious person, I don’t think any God has anything to do with it. Other people get you killed. But right now I could do with a God to sort this shit out, immediately, and punish the killers because the Mexican judicial system cannot.
So today life sucks. But tomorrow I’ll go back to business as usual, while his family cannot. I feel deeply for them and wish them strength in these difficult times.