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One of the things I'm going to thank my Ser Argentino editor for life is the day he sent me an email asking me if I was interested in taking over the police section. Since I am a kamikaze (in addition, something you have to live and the bills are not paid alone), when they offer me laburo I usually say yes and then I think if it suits me, if I like it, if it is well paid. First I say yes. But the good thing was yet to come, the email answered me a clarification: since this page is federal and we are interested in the vision, the opinion and (of course) the reading of all Argentines. He made it clear to me that it was important that I look for police news from the inside. Those eight words were my Pandora box, my Narnia wardrobe, my mirror of Alicia.
I discovered a beautiful and puzzling universe: the diaries of the small villages in the deep interior of Argentina, where public and private do not have their borders well defined, where Stealing a sheep may be the news of the week.
This week, the news that caught my attention happened in Catamarca , more precisely in the town of Recreo. It's not the theft of a sheep, it's a little more serious heist. The question is this: police forces seize clothes and footwear (I do not end up being clear whether stolen or trout), merchandise valued at more than two million pesos. Once seized, they take her to the appropriate section, classify it, detail it in the minutes and kept it in a dungeon in the place. Apparently in these remote places it's usual.
Days later, other troops are ready to do routine procedures and warn “that the key did not belong to the lock of the dungeon.” I'm starting to ask myself what key? What do you mean it doesn't belong? What are we talking about? They then “proceed to break the lock” (same questions as those in the previous sentence), “finding that between 60 and 70 per cent was missing” of the original seizure. In a very rare turn of justice these personnel who detected the missing went to file the complaint in the court of the fifth district of the area. This also caught my attention. How would the complaint have been? Will a cash from another branch have taken them?
On the same day, an internal summary was initiated to determine whether anyone was involved inside the police station in the robbery. Because the lock was not forced, everything would indicate that someone inside the section was aware or had been an accomplice. Elementary, my dear Watson.
What got me going around about this case is what security is like inside a police station. Who has the key to a dungeon? Does any local employee have access to the keychain ? I would believe that only the senior officers of the detachment have the keys and delegate the use to their subordinates. Besides, who can carry more than half a shipment of clothes inside a police station without being detected? No cameras?
In a later report I found that the entire dome of Regional Unit 2 had been removed by this robbery, but that it had not been possible to determine how it occurred. I keep thinking and I can't find any explanation for these things happening inside buildings that are supposed to be safer than one's own home. I wonder if this happens in front of the police. How does this country work? How are we all dead?
Publication Date: 01/10/2018
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