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Prelude to social hemorrhage

Six months after the slaughter occurred June 5 at the bend of the devil, located in Bagua Grande, this paper recovers biased, perhaps, pain, anger and the desire for justice that condense in the creative adaptation of a popular cantata-seventies *.

The months after the bloody deed, have been within the process of defining consciousness by the author and other colleagues who today are comrades, brothers in thought and desire for a progressive revolution.

Therefore, the next few lines to read, calved within a framework of tachycardia dreams are mostly a defensive weapon available to the Indians, peasants, working class and how another group that welcomes most delayed beings considered human by a few as a third category, those who support them, without prior consultation and the right to abstain, the privilege of being underpaid and killed to learn to obey and be silent.

then expected that these lines generate in people healthy exercise to discern the true identity to promote the struggle of the people committed to achieve their true emancipation.

Venceremos.

* The cantata was the inspiration for this text was "Santa María de Iquique Cantata" performed by folk group Quilapayún. The cantata tells the facts of the slaughter of peasants in northern Chile that protest the survival lifestyle imposed inhuman feudal system, the December 21, 1907 unfolded in the school massacre in Santa Maria of the said city .

History
Brother
student come to tell you a bloody fact that the story seeks to prevent. The epicenter of the slaughter was the northeast, the city Bagua. In the midst of hell, the June 5, 2009, went to slaughter. There, in the remote jungle, the buffalo was sent to kill. What we know, but well we enjoyed foreign claws to be seized.

I'll be a humble narrator, strong to the end. Tell the truth strong and bitter native to our identity. Remember this story of grief and unforgiven. For more time passes, there will never be forgotten. Now I ask you to pay attention. Open your eyes, stick out and enliven your perception.
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If you change your looks to the center and see the world is on your left you will see that the sun rises in the west and the west is covered by an icy sunset, the mountains bathed in mercury and broken submitted by foreign entities. Miners will also bare hands and so many dead forty years, an alien world of clouds intoxicated. The survivors are forced into humiliating work, dispersed without representatives. The groups are prohibited and dictate orders to dig day and night. A world Roma, full of wandering nomads because of the seizure of their homes rooted. That creek is sorely scourged.

And if your eye is healthy, can stretch their eyes and scratching among surviving trees, hidden world that does not reach the same binge. If you contemplate the forest and the horizon, will put on it looks a crude threat.
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had accumulated many miseries, many injustices and outrages. They were well and the words had to ask what they should. During 2008 and 2007, the western hungry monster tried to seize the brothers native land, because everything in it was stored was known as wealth.

The Amazonian people did not stay quiet and noise was a defensive weapon: laws that served as support for foreign vultures claw. The event was great and the Congress agreed to evaluate this nonsense: first of February was the deadline to be reunited.

The promise of the Congress president, Javier Velásquez complain, had been tainted by a foul statement denying his promise. Memorial cards had been exhausted and there was some response. The Prime Minister joined the caravan, returning from vacation, only served as a facade.

early April 2009 protest was brewing in the jungle and at the same time a cry was heard flying over forests. From one to another community as blasts were heard the criticisms of the natives, from one to another office, the Congress, his face indifference, contempt.

do you can import the revolt of the dispossessed, the outcasts! And will soon be sorry, by hunger head bends back.

"What then, what if no one listens?" Brother to brother asks ... "It's just the order and is no more Will we lose hope? "
So with love and suffering combining left wills. In one place would understand, had come down to Bagua Grande.
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From April 8 to 18 made the long journey across the Amazon. Five thousand down, maybe more, with silence worn ready to protest. Iban down anxious, they arrived the thousands of communities, the unreached. No begging for anything, just wanted to reply to the request ... CLEAN RESPONSE.

Some in the forest, the understood and joined them, were those of his brothers. And in solidarity over the two Baguas, the Condorcanqui, Luyano and Loreto. Rogriguez Mendoza, Tarapoto and Yurimaguas. Plumbers, students and teachers. Builders, mothers, all workers. Support people just ... poor Peruvians!

Lima lords were afraid it was too much to see so much labor. The native man was not fair, it could be a thief or murder. Meanwhile, the Congress became a circus of whimsical branded the natives and they joined the Penguins, who also crowed thousands verdicts. One shouted in weakness "have to take care of such animal. You'd better join them somewhere to walk the streets is dangerous. "
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The scenario of events was a bridge macabre and all the area known as The Devil's Curve. Firmly planted in a peaceful strike, while in the capital looking for Apus repeal the livelihoods of a neo-conquest.

waited seven days, but what the hell back when the earth is playing with death. Meanwhile
blindness was in Lima, the buffalo more powered stammered: "the forest belongs to all Peruvians, not just a group", that Mr. President, tell neolatifundio owners. The native never imagined that they would be crushed. In five regions of the jungle, the state of siege was declared.

Road of diplomacy was running out and denial with fury were looming. Four of June 2009, caballazos suspended pending the repeal. Weeks before the event, Rosario Fernández fueled the fury with relish: "Native unprepared" Pizango called, as if protest were a brazen land.

The breeze carried with it hidden terror. It was the fifth day of June.
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"You, Mr. Minister does not understand us. Hoping to continue the cost. We're not animals, not herd. Raised their hands, fist high. We will give strength to our example and the future will know, I promise . And if you threaten here I am. This indigenous fire the heart. "

At five o'clock on the fifth day of June, 369 soldiers of the ambushed DINOES silently natives were together. In partnership with hundreds of police, held in this war with only s /. 6.50, members of special operations began brutal violence. Fire rose unexpectedly, creating confusion and despair. Crude slaughter of the first course, the killing began derailed.
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During the slaughter hundred natives died one after the other. Three hundred of our brothers who were killed. That morning saw the devil curve native blood, blood that knew only misery. Would be three hundred three hundred indigenous Peruvians were deafened and muted. There was the extermination of life that died with every beat. Amazon hundred killed, twenty-nine policemen KILLED!

... A student in college plays to be successful in life. If you play to own the world What would I find? ...

The men of the forest that much longed for, were killed like rats, he had to kill. A native of the jungle, who supported all the way, also killed, the buffalo came to rock. And the sea police, who were cannon fodder and that its sad agony, they dug their own pantheon.

are prohibited from being poor, dear brother, is also dangerous to be Peruvian. Should not be any other kind sister, we are not first class, that's the revelry. There are categories, not more words. Die mercilessly, dear sister. And you little boy, not be born baby girl. Daddy will not live here. This is not yours, silly candid ...
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university, here ends the story of a massive slaughter. Now, with great respect, I ask that you read carefully the prose of farewell.

You have already read the story being told,
not keep sitting there, thinking it over.
alone is not enough memory, not enough prose.
only regret is not enough, look at the reality.