Near 23rd Street and right on Clover Avenue of Presidents was that we saw them arrive in a black car - Chinese manufacturing - three robust unknown "Yoani, enter the car" I said a while I strongly contained by the hand. The other two surrounded Claudia Cadelo, Orlando Luis Lazo and a friend who accompanied us for a march against violence. Ironies of life, was an afternoon full of blows, shouting and swearing that should elapse as a journey of peace and concord. The same "aggressors" who led a patrol called my other two companions, Orlando and I were condemned to the yellow plate car, the dreaded land of lawlessness and impunity of Armageddon.
I refused to get on the bright Geely and demand that we show an ID or a court order to take us. Of course showed no paper to prove the legitimacy of our prison. The curious were squeezed around and I screamed "Help, these men want to kidnap us," but they stopped those who wanted to intervene with a cry that reveals the ideological background of the whole operation: "Do not meddle, these are counterrevolutionaries." Ante our verbal resistance, took the phone and told someone who should be the boss: What do we do? Do not want to enter the car. "I suppose the other side, the answer was exhaustive, because then came an explosion struck, shoved and escorted me upside down and tried to shove me in the car. ... Resist the door blows in together ... I managed to get a paper one of them was carrying in his pocket and tucked in his mouth. Another explosion of hits to return the document.
was in Orlando, a key asset in karate who kept his head stuck in the ground. One put his knee on my chest and the other front seat hit me in the kidney area and his head struck me that I opened my mouth and loose paper. In a moment, I felt I would never leave that car. "You came here Yoani", "No more thy antics" said that was sitting beside the driver and I pulled her hair. In the back seat of a show unusual happened: my legs up, my face red by pressure and aching body, on the other side was restricted by an Orlando professional beating. Just got this agarrrar - through the pants - in the testicles, an act of desperation. I sank my nails, thinking that he would continue squeezing my chest until the last breath. "Kill me now" I shouted, with the last breath I had left and what was going on the front warned the younger "Let it breathe."
listened Orlando pant and the blows kept falling on us, I thought I would open the door and shoot me, but there was a knob inside. we were at the mercy of them and listen to the voice of Orlando gave me courage. then he told me the same thing happened to my words interspersed ... they told him "Yoani still alive." Discarded in a street sore de la Timba, a woman went over to "What happened to them?" ... "A kidnapping, chance provided me to say. Cried hugging in the middle of the sidewalk, thinking about Teo, God how I'll explain all those bruises. How will I tell you who lives in a country where this happens, as I look at him and tell him that his mother, writing a blog and his opinions, in kilobytes, was attacked in the street. How do you describe a guy who got us into the despotic force in that car, the pleasure they get noticed by us, in raising my skirt and drag me half-naked to the car.
I could see, however, the degree of fear of our attackers, fear the new, it can not destroy because they do not understand the terror of the bully who know they have their days numbered.
Translated by Humberto de Souza Neto Sisley
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