Throat cut by cable stretched across a street in Caracas, Santiago Enrique Pedroza seems to have died a Driver kinda death: half-fate, half-chance, happens fast.
But how did the 29-year-old, working class motorcyclist come to be riding into the middle class district of Horizonte? And what about the wire – who put it there and why?
Scenario One: when the supermarket closes, hard-working shop assistant Pedroza climbs onto his motorbike and rides home to his family. In the dark he can’t see the cable which slits open his throat – the death trap set by middle class boys looking for kicks, desperate to lose their own insignificance. Lying on the pavement, lifeblood dribbling away, he can’t understand how it happened like this.
Scenario Two: when the supermarket closes hard-working shop assistant Pedroza climbs onto his motorbike and rides home to his family. In the dark he can’t see the wire-trap laid by middle class ‘fascists’ acting on the advice of a retired general. The same kids who’ve been firebombing trucks used in state sponsored food programmes, have taken it upon themselves to defend their home-ground against ‘criminal elements’ and supporters of the post-Chavez government. They didn’t mean for Pedroza to die. But he knew which side he belonged to, just as much as they do.
Maybe Scenario One, perhaps Two, most likely Somewhere In Between.