Y el teléfono sonó otra vez. Ya era la quinta vez que sonaba y al atender, solo escuchaba la respiraciòn jadeante de alguien al otro lado que no respondìa a su. “¿Quièn es? ¿Què desea?" optò por desconectarlo para almorzar con tranquilidad. Iba a encender la tele para ver la novela mientras comìa y entonces recordò que el dìa anterior les habìan robado la tv

¡El ùnico objeto de valor en el rancho ajeno en que vivìa, de paredes de maderas irregulares y techo de zinc bastante oxidado ya, y que cada vez que venìa la època de lluvia era el culpable de que dentro del rancho lloviera màs que afuera del mismo!

El dìa anterior habìa llegado con su esposo y su pequeño hijo y se habìan dirigido a la parte de atràs del rancho para entrar en el mismo. La puerta de adelante estaba trancada con un candado de tamaño descomunal y una fuerte cadena.

Hacía tres años que se había perdido la llave –sin copia – de ese candado y mandar a hacer una directamente desde el candado costaba una fortuna que no podían pagar. La puerta trasera (- que no se veìa desde la calle – estaba simplemente amarrada con una tira de tela negra, asì que era muy fàcil entrar por allì, solo desatar el lazo penetrar a la humilde vivienda.
Sin embargo, esta vez habìa algo diferente: La puerta estaba abierta de par en par y la tira de tela negra estaba en el piso.

Apenas entraron vieron en el suelo una bolsa de plàstico llena de mangos verdes, al lado de la silla donde tenìan el televisor...pero el televisor no estaba. Su esposo la mirò y le dijo tristemente "Creo que perdimos en el cambio"
No denunciaron el robo a la policìa ¿Para qué? En la noche se lo comentò a Minerva, su vecina de enfrente y ya.
tTocaban a la puerta ¿Quièn serìa= ¡Ah, Minerva!

• Vecina, estoy llama que te llama y su telèfono no comunica. No se oye.
• Ah, era usted. Atendì las llamadas pero no se oìa. Dìgame.
• ¿Còmo es el enchufe de su televisor?
• La mitad del bcabe blanco y despuès està empatado con un cable gris ¿Por què?
• Porque me vinieron vendiendo un televisor barato y tiene el cable asì ¿Usted va a salir ahora?
• No, los martes no trabajo.
  Ah, bueno, vengo en un rato, creo que va a poder recuperar su televisor.

*Al rato llegò Minerva de nuevo.

• Vecina ¿Usted sabe donde vive mi suegra?

Asintiò.

• Bueno, vaya para allà, la estàn esperando. Pero llegue callada, ni siquiera salude. Llega, se sienta y ya.
  Cuando llegò al rancho de la suegra de Saru no tuvo necesidad de tocar. Le abrieron antes que lo hiciera. Habìan sillas pegadas de las paredes, casi todas ocupadas por personas muy serias. Unos rostros le eran conocidos, otros no. En un rincòn estaba un muchacho joven, con cara de susto. Recordò que era el compañero de vida de la vecina enfermera que vivìa al lado de su casa y se habìan mudado de allì unos tres meses atràs.
  Cada vez que se òìa el ruido de un auto que se acercaba todos se ponìan tensos, expectantes, se veìa que esperaban a alguien…que al fìn llegó. Tampoco fue necesario que tocara, al sentirse sus pasos le abrieron la puerta y la cerraron con rapidez tras èl. El hombre echò una mirada alrededor, luego fue hacia el joven y le dio una fuerte bofetada;
• ¿Tù no sabes que aquì està prohibido robar, ah? ¡Y a quièn robaste! Cuando me enterè que habìas robado a esta señora, sentì que la sangre me hervìa en las venas ¡Ella es la profesora de mùsica de mis hijos! – Se volviò hacia Simona aclarando:
• Nicole y Juan.
  La chica que estaba sentada a su lado le susurrò al oido” Es uno de los sicarios del Tren de Aragua”
  A Simona no le gustaba para nada el giro que estaban tomando los acontecimientos.
  ¿Por què la robaste?
  ¡Mi esposa se fue a Colombia, me dejò el niño de 5 años, es Asperge, come mucho y no puede comer de todo. Es intolerante al gluten…tengo què tenerle una dieta y perdì el trabajo. Entrè al patio a buscar unos mangos verdes para venderlos en el centro para comprarle comida.

Vi que la puerta solo estaba amarrada y me asomè para curiosear..entonces vi el televisor y pensè cuanta comida podìa comprarle con lo que me dieran por èl.”
“¡Hubieras pasado por acà y contado tu caso, cualqui3era te da una harina o un arroz para un niño. Y en el centro le dices a los buhoneros que los ayudas a caletear su mercancia y consigues trabajo rapidito. Pero no…tù tenìas que venir a quitar lo de otro. – Entonces se volviò haci mì y me dido : “Tengo dos òrdenes, señora, pero usted decide ¿Le cortamos la mano o me lo llevo al mangal y le meto un tiro en el estòmago y lo dejo ahì”
La dama, horrorizada, reópondio . “No ¿Cómo le va a hacer eso a ese muchacho? Y tiene un niño que lo necesita. No, no, que me devuelva mi televisor y ya”
“No, las cosas no son tan fàciles asì, y yo tengo òrdenes què cumplir solo que me dijeron que usted decidiera, tiro en el estòmago o le cortamos la mano”
“El muchacho lloraba desesperado y Simona con èl al ver su desesperaciòn.
Estuvieron un buen rato en ese “estira y encoge”. Por ùltimo, el sicario le dijo: “Mira, agradece que la señora te perdona la vdia, pero tù mismo vvas a llevarle el televisor y lo vas a colocar donde lo tomaste. Quedas en deuda conmigo, la pròxima que hagas te la cobro como es”
Al rato salía Simona adelante, el chico atràs cargando el televisor y cinco sujetos a modo de escolta alrededor.
Los mototaxistas del terminal cercano observaban la escena, la dama sorprendiò notar que nadie hacìa un gesto de sorpresa. Se veìa que todos sabìan la historia.
Ese fue su primer – y esperemos que ùltimo – encuentro con el Tren de Aragua.

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And the phone rang again. It was already the fifth time it rang and when I answered, I only heard the gasping breathing of someone on the other side who did not respond to her. "Who is it? What do you want? He decided to turn it off to have a quiet lunch. He was going to turn on the TV to watch the soap opera while he ate and then he remembered that the TV had been stolen the day before! The only object of value in the strange ranch where he lived, with irregular wooden walls and a fairly rusty zinc roof, and that every time the rainy season came it was the guilty that it rained more inside the ranch than outside it!

The day before she had arrived with her husband and her little son and they had gone to the back of the ranch to enter it. The front door was locked with a huge padlock and a strong chain.

Three years ago the key had been lost – without a cup – of that padlock and having one made directly from the padlock cost a fortune that they could not pay. The back door (which could not be seen from the street) was simply tied with a strip of black cloth, so it was very easy to enter through there, just untie the rope and enter the humble home.

However, this time there was something different: The door was wide open and the strip of black cloth was on the floor.

As soon as they entered they saw a plastic bag full of green mangoes on the floor, next to the chair where they had the television...but the television was not there. Her husband looked at her and said sadly, "I think we lost in the change."

They didn't report the theft to the police. Why? That night he told Minerva, his neighbor across the street, and that's it.

There was a knock on the door. Who would it be? Ah, Minerva!

• Neighbor, that's someone calling you and his phone is not communicating. You can't hear it.
• Ah, it was you. I answered the calls but couldn't hear them. Tell me.
• What is the plug on your television like?
• Half of the cable is white and then it is tied with a gray cable. Why?
• Because they came selling me a cheap television and it has the cable like this. Are you going out now?
• No, I don't work on Tuesdays.

Oh well, I'll be back in a bit, I think you'll be able to get your television back.

*After a while Minerva arrived again.

• Neighbor, do you know where my mother-in-law lives?

She nodded.

• Well, go there, they're waiting for you. But I arrived quietly, I didn't even say hello. He arrives, sits down and that's it.
  When he arrived at Saru's mother-in-law's ranch he didn't need to knock. They opened it before he did. There were chairs against the walls, almost all of them occupied by very serious people. Some faces were familiar to him, others not. In a corner was a young boy, looking scared. He remembered that he was the life partner of the neighbor nurse who lived next to his house and they had moved from there about three months ago.
  Every time the sound of a car approaching was heard, everyone became tense, expectant, it was obvious that they were waiting for someone... who finally arrived. It wasn't necessary for him to knock either; upon hearing his footsteps they opened the door and quickly closed it behind him. The man looked around, then went towards the young man and slapped him hard;
• You don't know that stealing is prohibited here, huh? And who did you rob! When I found out that you had robbed this lady, I felt my blood boil in my veins. She is my children's music teacher! – He turned to Simona clarifying:
• Nicole and Juan.
  The girl who was sitting next to me whispered in my ear “He is one of the hitmen from the Aragua Train.”
  Simona did not like the turn of events that were taking at all.
  Why did you steal it?
  My wife went to Colombia, she left me the 5-year-old child, he has Asperge, he eats a lot and can't eat everything. He is gluten intolerant…I have to put him on a diet and I lost my job. I went into the yard to look for some green mangoes to sell in the center to buy food.

I saw that the door was only tied and I looked out to look around... then I saw the television and I thought how much food I could buy him with what they gave me for him.”
"You would have passed by here and told your case, anyone would give you flour or rice for a child. And in the center you tell the peddlers that you help them heat their merchandise and you get a job quickly. But no... you had to come and take away someone else's. - Then he turned to me and said: "I have two orders, lady, but you decide. Shall we cut off his hand or I take him to the mangal and I shoot him in the stomach and leave him there.”

The lady, horrified, responded. "No, how are you going to do that to that boy? And he has a child who needs it. No, no, he should give me back my television and that's it."
“No, things are not so easy like that, and I have orders to follow, they just told me that you decide, I will shoot you in the stomach or we will cut off your hand.”

“The boy was crying desperately and Simona was with him when she saw his desperation.
They spent a long time in that “stretch and shrink”. Finally, the hitman told him: "Look, be grateful that the lady forgives you for your life, but you yourself are going to take the television to her and put it where you took it. You remain indebted to me, the next time you do I will charge you as it is."
After a while Simona came out in front, the boy behind carrying the television and five guys as an escort around.

The motorcycle taxi drivers from the nearby terminal were observing the scene, the lady was surprised to notice that no one made a gesture of surprise. It seemed that everyone knew the story.
That was his first – and hopefully last – encounter with the Aragua Train.

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