CRIME: A Venezuelan Reality

As a Venezuelan citizen, I feel so bad about the criminalistics statics in my country. We are the 5th most dangerous country IN THE WORLD!. Our statics about felonies (mug, kidnap and homicide) are the highest in South America, and the number of death bodies in the mortuary at the end of the year is above Vietnam War Victims.

Of course, that a lot of people in my country are part of the statics, and I am not the exception. I've been mugglered at least 6 times in my life. Going to my university, sitting in a bank on a park, in public transportation, going back from the supermarket, etc.

I remember the last time, was December 23 and I went from Caracas (capital city) from Barquisimeto, the city where my family lives. I went there by bus cause is only 4 hours from Caracas and arrived there around 3:00 p.m.

I was waiting for my mom to pick me in the bus stop, sat on a bank when suddenly a couple (woman and man) sit next to me in each side respectivly. The man pointed a gun in my ribs and pushed so hard while the woman was saying to me: be quiet, and give me your purse.

Everything was so quickly so I've realized that I was been mugglered around 1 minute after. I had a little suitcase with me with all my family gifts and the only think that I did was looked after the suitcase wondering if they will take it too.

Slowly, I take off my purse from my shoulder (which was a gift from mom) and I gave it to her, at this time, the gun that the man has pointed me, was so deeply pushed in my ribs so I started to think that maybe he could shot me and at that point of the robber I felt panic and my eyes became full of tears.

Everybody who was waiting at the bus stop were looking at me knowing that I was being a victim of a robber..but anybody couldn't do anything, cause they know the man was pointed at me with a gun and it could be worse if somebody say something.

I don't know how much time was since they sat around me and the whole thing happened, but suddenly the woman stop a cab, both lift up from the bank and jumped on the cab. I started to cry and all my "nativity" spirit was gone immediately after they had gone.

My mom came to pick me up 10 minutes after that and the only thing that I did was cried in the car, while I borrowed her mobile to do all the respectively calls to banks, mobile phone company, documents, etc. Was a really bad holiday for me.