I left my house like any other day. I started my motorcycle with the peace of mind of someone who works honestly to provide for his family. My destination was simple: to reunite with my wife and baby, who were waiting for me with the hope of seeing me arrive once again. But I never imagined that this ride would change my life completely.
While my family waited for me all night, not knowing what had happened, I found myself facing a nightmare. My path crossed with members of the FRIP corporation, known as “Pakales,” and from that moment on, my rights were ignored. Without any explanation, I went from being a construction worker who lives by his daily labor to being publicly labeled a highly dangerous alleged hitman. They attributed to me weapons, magazines, cartridges, and illicit substances that have never been part of my life. They fabricated a story that was spread as truth, while my family suffered, not knowing where I was or what had happened to me.
My reality has always been different. My routine consists of going out to work every morning under the sun, carrying cement, sand, and masonry tools. My only weapons have been a tape measure, a square, a trowel, and a shovel; tools with which I have earned my daily bread honestly and with dignity. That is why today I ask myself: where is the justice? Why are those who work honestly treated like criminals while so many real criminals remain free? If human rights exist, why were mine not respected? I only ask that the truth be known, that justice be served, and that my freedom, which was unjustly taken from me, be returned to me.
Source: mexicodailypost
