The accounts coming out from the music festival are horrific. They need to be shared. The world needs to know the evil that innocent people faced this weekend.
Here is one account from one of the survivors May Hayat (part 1/2):
So I went to work with my girlfriend Liron at the bar in the Nova’s party, the whole night and morning we were together. We had so much fun.
There was a beautiful sunrise and we went towards our trailer to drink coffee and rest. Then the nightmare began- rockets started flying over our heads.
The music was stopped and we waited for the situation to calm down so we could go home. Suddenly I get a phone call from a friend who says that she and everyone who’s started driving back home from the party is being shot.
I ran to the police officers closest to me to ask them to go and reinforce the people in the vehicles, but then we realized that there’s so many terrorists in our area and they are very close to us. There was one big chaos.
We went to hide in the police command room and we all sat down on the floor. Some people cried, some shouted, some had anxiety attacks and some were completely silent.
I hugged everyone who cried and couldn’t catch their breath, and Liron helped the wounded while we were under attack.
The noise of the gunshots began to get closer, the policemen stood in the doorway ready with their weapons and looked at each other with a frightened look and shouted to “storm!”.
They turned to us just before leaving the room and told us to “run and pray.” They came out and got shot one after the other. The terrorists fired bursts of gunfire at the room and for a moment there was shocking silence. We left the room running to the battlefield, and while I’m running I turned back and I saw Liron. She stayed there and didn’t come with us.
We tried our best and ran as fast as possible until we reached some ambulance and hid behind it. The shots came from every direction. To our right, to our left, behind and in front of us.
I saw someone yelling at us, “Come here, it’s safer.” I ran towards him, no one came with me. Me and him continued running together until we saw a vehicle approaching us. It was one of the party members who offered us to get into his car and try to escape with him.
We got on his car and as soon as he started driving the terrorist started shooting at us. We made a U-turn and drove to the other way and we were shooted there as well. We returned back to the place we were at the beginning and suddenly the car’s wheel got stuck in the sand while we are still under fire.
We ran out of the car until we noticed a hole in the ground. We entered inside, held hands and prayed. It was just the two of us, the guy who was driving the car disappeared.
I told him ‘Do you know the stories of the Holocaust in which people pretended to be dead so they wouldn’t be noticed? This is what gonna happen to us. He covered us with sand and we were in silence for about an hour until we started hearing footsteps coming towards us and we prayed for a miracle.
They found us. 8 terrorists in front of both of us. I closed my eyes tightly because I was sure they gonna shot us but then they grabbed us and lofted us from the ground. They took our phones and everything we had in our pockets. They announced in their walkie-talkie, ‘We have 2 more abductees.”
One of the terrorists started talking to me in Arabic and I told him I can’t understand him. I didn’t shout, I didn’t went crazy, I became apathetic. He put his jacket on me while the rest of them was looking at me like I was a piece of meat because I was wearing a tank top. In one hand he holds my hand, and in the other hand he holds a missile.
We started walking and I saw that they were looking on the floor for things like cigarettes and drinks. So I helped them. I didn’t want to resist.
Venezolano que llegó por avión a pedir asilo en Estados Unidos está rotundamente en contra de venezolanos que llegan por tierra a pedir asilo https://t.co/H3emZaVYDZ
Es más jodido quedarse que irse del país cuando se vive una dictadura. Si puedes irte, no lo pienses, hazlo! Ningún país en el mundo merece que le dejes los mejores años de tu vida. Que importa tu edad? Hoy es el mejor año de tu vida. Porque hoy estás vivo y la vida es un ratico.
Sé que el pasado es el pasado, pero siempre maldeciré a todos los que votaron por Hugo Chávez, estúpidos ignorantes, votaron por un militar golpista y luego se hicieron los sorprendidos, muéranse un millón de veces.
"...Un funcionario entró y me dijo:
.-La orden es quebrarte la mente, así que vamos a ver hasta cuánto aguantas, olvidate de tu vida. -
Me dieron un tenedor de plástico para comer y busqué de nuevo terminar con mi vida intentando clavarlo en mi yugular..."
#LiberenALuisLugo
...La instrucción para mi era estar en ese pequeño espacio, sólo, no tenía con quien intercambiar palabras. El 5to día por primera vez evalué quitarme la vida...
#LiberenALuisLugo#BastaDeTorturas#LibertadYa
"...El lugar donde me metieron era muy pequeño aproximadamente de 2x2, la temperatura era muy baja y yo solo vestía de franela y pantalón deportivo. Tenía solo una silla y el suelo, el agua me fue negada por lo que mitigué mi sed bebiendo agua de la poceta..." #LiberenALuisLugo
El tesorero de Chávez, la enfermera de Chávez, el guardaespaldas de Chávez, los ministros de Chávez, todos caídos en desgracia por sus delitos. ¿A algún ingenuo se le ocurre pensar que Chávez desconocía el talante criminal de su equipo de trabajo?
Mi hermano fue brutalmente torturado por los esbirros del DGCIM, está secuestrado y es torturado cruelmente al punto de llevarlo a intento de suicidio en tres oportunidades, hacemos responsables al DGCIM Y a Nicolás Maduro por la vida de Luis Lugo #LiberenALuisLugo
Acá un resumen del caso de Luis Lugo se que mucho no entiende ni conocen el caso de él, me es necesario que el mundo se entere de lo que hacen con él en Venezuela https://t.co/f05U3yUxZw #LiberenALuisLugo