I Couldn't Even Imagine That They Would Kill Us. John Gibler

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СКАЧАТЬ compañero. We screamed loudly for them to stop, that a compañero had been wounded, but they couldn’t hear us because of the noise of the gunshots and all the yelling. They didn’t understand what we were saying. Finally we gestured to them and they realized that the compañero was on the ground, bleeding from a gunshot to the head. We wanted to lift him up, but instead of letting us, the police shot at us more intensely, firing rapid bursts of shots.

      We ran to a place between the two buses. A number of compañeros took shelter there, we were maybe twenty-seven there, I think. And we were there for a long time, almost two hours. We screamed to the police that we were unarmed, that we had nothing to hurt them with. We screamed for them to stop shooting at us, because if you leaned out just a bit, they shot at you. They didn’t feel the slightest pity seeing us all sad and afraid. We were all really nervous, really scared by everything that was happening, seeing how our compañero was still lying out in the street, convulsing. We wanted to go get him, but the police wouldn’t let us, they shot at us. At last an ambulance arrived.

      MIGUEL ALCOCER, 20, FRESHMAN. They got off the bus to move the truck out of the way so we could get out of there fast, leave Iguala. That was when we heard the first shots and Aldo went down. Now they were shooting to kill us. They were no longer shooting in the air, but at us. The compañeros hid between the first and second buses. A number of us were still in the first bus, standing. I and ten or so other compañeros were about to get off the bus when a cop saw us and shot straight at us. He stood right out in front, like this, and opened fire. I threw myself back inside the bus. One compañero got hit in the leg and screamed. I thought they had killed him, that he had been hit, screamed, and had fallen. All my compañeros said that he had been killed but no, in that same instant he called out for help. We helped him get to the back of the bus and wrap his leg. And we stayed there.

      We spoke out to our friends down between the two buses that we were inside the first bus. The compañeros were also taking shelter there because if the police saw you so much as peek out they shot at you. The police wouldn’t let you even look around the corner of the bus. The police had posted themselves at opposite street corners and from there were shooting and shooting at my compañeros. And we were stuck inside the bus. We thought that they’d come for us and they’d take us to jail. We already assumed that we’d just be taken to jail. And there we were all lying on the floor. Some compañeros were crying because we were being shot at. Then I heard that my compañeros in the back were shouting out to the police that we were students from the teachers college and that we were unarmed. And the police shouted back that they didn’t give a fuck. They said:

      “You are all about to be fucked.”

      And, well, I think that my compañeros, the ones who were crying, felt even more helpless hearing the police say that. And, in all honesty, we were really scared because they were shooting straight at us. And the compañeros shouted out for the police to call an ambulance for the compa who was wounded. One cop told us that we had no idea where we were. He said:

      “Sure, maybe they’ll find your compañero, but dead, or maybe they’ll never find him.” He said that to us.

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