El Pais de la Cocaina o La mafia de los medios
Encontre esta indignate publicacion, en la red...fue la version de julio de National Geographic...son unos malnacidos...al igual que varios colegas bloggers la traduccion me da una locha infinita...tanta como este hijupeuta articulo
Don Carlos Villalon le hace un enorme favor al pais con estas opiniones...
An illegal cash crop sustains local farmers and a 40-year-old guerrilla movement in southern Colombia.
Get a taste of what awaits you in print from this compelling excerpt.
One afternoon, while crossing the soccer field in the village of Monserrate, I saw a man spreading white powder on three plastic tarps. What are you doing? I asked. "Drying cocaine base," he replied. "If it's wet, it'll be too heavy, and the dealer won't buy it." And no one minds? "Of course not," he said. "Everyone does it." Clearly I'd entered a world where "business as usual" had acquired a totally new meaning.
Fresh off the boat that brought me down the Caguán River, I was deep in the Amazon Basin of southern Colombia—territory held by the rebel army known as the FARC. Normally the FARC didn't allow journalists to travel here, and I'd been turned away before. But now I was accompanying a friend as she researched a book about life along the Equator. Apparently her plan seemed harmless enough, so the rebels waved us in. The locals were suspicious, though. Stone-faced and silent, they passed us on the street as if we were invisible—not a word, not even a nod. It was weird. But when we went into a store for sodas, we began to understand why strangers made them so uncomfortable. The customer ahead of us had put a bag of cocaine base (an early stage in cocaine processing) on the counter to pay his bill. I soon learned that merchants all over the region accepted base as payment for purchases, weighing out the right amount and handing back the remainder of the base in change. I'd been working in Colombia for a while and had photographed other rebel-held areas where coca was grown and processed, but I'd never seen anything like this. I knew I had to find out more about this incredible place—and for that I needed the right connections.
So I presented my case to one of the FARC's top commanders. Using a pseudonym, as all the rebels did, he called himself Fabián RamÃrez. As I explained that I wanted to document the whole cocaine culture here, he listened thoughtfully—and then caught me by surprise. "That's a great idea," he said. "Do it." Sonia, his second-in-command, gave me a signed letter that would let me photograph anywhere, and soon I connected with a guide, a coca farmer named Rubén. I was never sure if he'd been assigned to watch me or was just being helpful, but without him I would never have penetrated the surface of this place. On five trips over the next three years I explored a backwater economy supported by cocaine.
Get the whole story in the pages of National Geographic magazine.
Editor's note: Recent reports indicate that Colombian government troops have moved into this region; the FARC have withdrawn farther into the Amazon Basin; and many of the areas' peasants have been displaced.
Una vaina es que le digan a "una" que nacion en el pais de la cocaina (2% de la poblacion para informacion de mi objetico periodista carlos y otra que a ese subnormal se le ocurra darle un estatus a ciertas organizaciones que no lo tienen y por supuesto aprovechar las maravillas del marketing y promocionarlo..
Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC)
www.farcep.org
This is the official website for Colombia's largest rebel group.
de aqui saque esta basura que acaban de leer
http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0407/feature2/index.html
y claro esto si que no le improta a naides
Don Carlos Villalon le hace un enorme favor al pais con estas opiniones...
An illegal cash crop sustains local farmers and a 40-year-old guerrilla movement in southern Colombia.
Get a taste of what awaits you in print from this compelling excerpt.
One afternoon, while crossing the soccer field in the village of Monserrate, I saw a man spreading white powder on three plastic tarps. What are you doing? I asked. "Drying cocaine base," he replied. "If it's wet, it'll be too heavy, and the dealer won't buy it." And no one minds? "Of course not," he said. "Everyone does it." Clearly I'd entered a world where "business as usual" had acquired a totally new meaning.
Fresh off the boat that brought me down the Caguán River, I was deep in the Amazon Basin of southern Colombia—territory held by the rebel army known as the FARC. Normally the FARC didn't allow journalists to travel here, and I'd been turned away before. But now I was accompanying a friend as she researched a book about life along the Equator. Apparently her plan seemed harmless enough, so the rebels waved us in. The locals were suspicious, though. Stone-faced and silent, they passed us on the street as if we were invisible—not a word, not even a nod. It was weird. But when we went into a store for sodas, we began to understand why strangers made them so uncomfortable. The customer ahead of us had put a bag of cocaine base (an early stage in cocaine processing) on the counter to pay his bill. I soon learned that merchants all over the region accepted base as payment for purchases, weighing out the right amount and handing back the remainder of the base in change. I'd been working in Colombia for a while and had photographed other rebel-held areas where coca was grown and processed, but I'd never seen anything like this. I knew I had to find out more about this incredible place—and for that I needed the right connections.
So I presented my case to one of the FARC's top commanders. Using a pseudonym, as all the rebels did, he called himself Fabián RamÃrez. As I explained that I wanted to document the whole cocaine culture here, he listened thoughtfully—and then caught me by surprise. "That's a great idea," he said. "Do it." Sonia, his second-in-command, gave me a signed letter that would let me photograph anywhere, and soon I connected with a guide, a coca farmer named Rubén. I was never sure if he'd been assigned to watch me or was just being helpful, but without him I would never have penetrated the surface of this place. On five trips over the next three years I explored a backwater economy supported by cocaine.
Get the whole story in the pages of National Geographic magazine.
Editor's note: Recent reports indicate that Colombian government troops have moved into this region; the FARC have withdrawn farther into the Amazon Basin; and many of the areas' peasants have been displaced.
Una vaina es que le digan a "una" que nacion en el pais de la cocaina (2% de la poblacion para informacion de mi objetico periodista carlos y otra que a ese subnormal se le ocurra darle un estatus a ciertas organizaciones que no lo tienen y por supuesto aprovechar las maravillas del marketing y promocionarlo..
Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC)
www.farcep.org
This is the official website for Colombia's largest rebel group.
de aqui saque esta basura que acaban de leer
http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0407/feature2/index.html
y claro esto si que no le improta a naides
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