Today I want to tell you something very personal that until now after almost 6 years I can share with someone maybe I do it in this way because I can not see them face to face I do not know, but what I do know is that it is a means by which I I will vent a bitter drink that I carry between my chest and my back.

It all started on the night of June 4, 2012 I only had about 30 min of having arrived home from a long workday, I had bathed and was lying in my bed, when suddenly a scandal was heard in the street so I heard it was a police raid.

The property that was then my family was quite large with a patio where you could park at least 8 cars and there was space for 2 dogs one called Roky a beautiful German shepherd and the other Niko a combination of pit bull with doberman mix quite strange, I continued with the story motivated to the great revolt that was in the street my two friends were barking like crazy.

The hoodlums of the neighborhood fleeing from the police saw that when entering my house they could escape and even hide easily so they did not hesitate and tried to enter, with the first thing they found was with Niko and when they realized the danger they were running they decided to shoot him right in the middle of the eyes.

Without knowing what was happening, I was in the kitchen of my house waiting for the barking but they stopped, I did not understand what was happening outside. In a few seconds what was heard was the antisocial knocking on the door of my house so that we let them in, my family and I only ignored the calls and after an incident to them to observe that there was no favorable response they decided to leave.

After spending a couple of hours when the raid had finished and everything was quiet we decided to go out and find out why the dogs were not heard when coming out onto the porch of my house I saw Niko lying on the floor with a hole in the front of my skull reaction was to run out to stop my brother so he would not see that scene.

Shortly after I got to hear Roky behind one of the cars I went to see him and he was also mortally wounded, it was very hard to see my two dogs in that situation but I got up the courage to talk to my brother Carlos about what had happened

The next morning as usual I went to college at 4 in the morning without any sad problem because of what happened but remember we are in Venezuela and we have to fight every day to survive, after class I went to my work a fair call center when I'm about to enter the platform I received a call from my dad's number it was my mom was crying desperate was the first time I heard her cry in my whole life.

Without understanding anything of what was happening I tried to calm her down so she could tell me what was happening between crying and screaming I understood that the antisocial had practically kidnapped them in my own house and pointing a gun at my father's chest, I did not know what to do At that moment it came to my mind was my brother as I told you in my introduction he is a special boy, I should be in the middle of a crisis. I felt helpless without being able to do anything. Right at that moment my supervisor saw me from his post and he went out to see what happened to me since he was very nervous and did not know what to do, my mother hung up and could not communicate with them again.

My boss tried to keep me calm and I was like crazy calling all my relatives who are close to home to help them but could not contact anyone they were only about 20 minutes but it seemed like 3 hours without knowing anything about my family.

From one moment to another I managed to receive a call and it was a guy who was trying to channel everything to get them out of the house, he asked me to calm down and he hung me up. At that moment I picked up my things to go running to my house but in my work they did not allow me I felt practically kidnapped by my boss he claimed it was safer but I kept thinking about my family and crying at the same time I felt useless in that instant.

I was for 3 hours 45 seconds without information of my family I remember it as if it was yesterday, when my uncle called me to tell me that he had them in his house sheltered but without any material good.

At that time my colleagues and boss left me I left one of my colleagues who had a car took me to where my family was.

When I was about to arrive home I received my father's call I was relieved to hear his voice healthy and safe just called me to ask me to try to prevent my mother from being destabilized again I tried but when I got home see my mother sitting watching the horizon with her heart destroyed even traumatized by the situation experienced in the last 24 hours.

I embraced her with all my strength and she broke up once again and my brother I ran out to where I was hugging me very scared and trying to tell me something without success I felt devastated.

At that moment I realized that we only had what we were loading because everything we had lost everything we did not even have a sheet to sleep on.

In front of my family, I presented myself as strong as a rock, did not spill a tear to show strong and give enough support to those who needed it but inside I was completely destroyed I could not even with myself, as we could with the help of my uncle we did not accommodate at home and we tried to rest even though we were so bad that we could not sleep at all. On that night I was alone because I could not understand what was happening and I did not know how to help my mother who in my life had seen her in those conditions.

She spent about 30 minutes listening in a crisis of nerves crying and ran immediately to see how to help and listen and you had no strength to keep hearing that he had lost a lifetime of work and effort his house, his belongings and memories were in that place and could not keep anything.

She cried until she collapsed, I could not do anything about it more than just listening.

On June 8 with the help of the national guard we managed to return home to take only a few things that the antisocial could not take when trying to detour the house. It was very sad to arrive and only see disorder at home with practically nothing in it.

For 2 weeks we were practically hidden in my uncle's house and the only help received by the government was the relocation of my family nucleus in another state in exchange for giving him the exact address of the antisocial, but by express orders of the authorities we had to accompany them During all the process.

This was even more dangerous because even if we relocated my father, mother and brother even in the neighborhood my grandmother would be some cousins and the most familiar neighborhood would not relocate us all so we decided to work with the latent fear that at any moment could find us, after spending 6 months we bought a piece of land and we started to build our new house, now we have a small house with 2 rooms and a very humble room, but we are fine because if we managed to snatch almost everything material but our desire to continue ahead I remain intact.