... happened in a house that was one block and a half away from where I used to live, in Lima. Same street, just one block and a half away. (La Molina, Lima, Peru)
This whore is a terrorist. Yes she is an american, but she is still a terrorist. Probably one of those girls that fell in love with an ugly ass guy from Peru and she let herself being brainwashed...I don't give a fuck. Still. She is a terrorist. Anyways, the night that she was captured went like this. I was woken up by a HUGE explosion. I thought it was an earthquake. In my house we were only my mom (who became traumatized by the whole experience afterwards), 3 maids, my brothers and me . My dad was out on a trip. So it was late at night and I heard a huge explosion. I woke up and went immediately to the corridor, thinking it was an earthquake, just to see my mom and the maids looking out of the windows in the 4th floor (my room and my brother's room were in the 4th floor. My sister used to sleep with me). It's funny since I still remember everything that happened, like it had just happened yesterday...Anyways, I went upstairs and I asked my mom what was going on, to which she replied " I don't know baby, go back to bed, everything is going to be alright". The hell everything was going to be alright. I went back to my room just to see my sister still asleep (while-as I could still hear big BOOOOMS going around me). I went to my brother's bedroom, thankfully he was still asleep ( i don't know how; all the bombs were making a HELLA noise out there). Then my mom came running to where I was at. So we grabbed my brother and pushed him to my room, next to my sister, and then we closed the door. We went back upstairs, even though my mom complained, and I looked out in the street. I saw military guys running galore, at least two tanks in the street. Commandos going around saying "GET THE FUCK DOWN, GET THE FUCK DOWN" but I presumed we were too high up (4th floor) to be shot by anyone. I kept hearing what I thought were bombs behind my house. Behind our house there was an empty lot. A BIG empty lot that was subsequently filled with (before said) grenade explosions and bombs. We went running back to my room to chell on my brother and sister, since my room was next to the empty lot. Well not "next" cause, like I said before, there was a yard separating them, but it was still THERE, so we though it was not secure so then we grabbed the kids and laid them down on the floor (god knows how they kept being asleep through the whole ordeal). We came back out, my mom trying to make me stay in my room, me telling my mom to not worry about me.... I have to clarify something about my mom right now. She didn't know how to do shit, cook or clean... or anything (one of those kids that were born on a 'silver plate' , ). But when it was about her babies, she would have given her life for them. So she tried to make me stay down there to no avail. I got my dad's side of stubbornness. Ok so then we went back up (even though my mom told me not to). Back up, seeing outside, commandos running around, tanks. Explosions, more machine guns, we saw everything, While-as the maids were literally pissing on their panties. Who would have guessed that an "upperclass neighborhood" like this one would get hit by terrorists. It went on for like 1 more hour. Next day we weren't allowed to go back to our schools. Big deal I thought, since before, when the terrorists were out and about in Lima, we (me and the girls in my school) weren't allowed to wear our sweaters/jackets(even though it was the middle of the winter) cause if the terrorists saw us they would probably try to kidnap us (because of the school we were at). Anyways, time to go back to school. The streets were deserted, not one soul in the street. I looked at my neighbors houses, they had gunshots holes all over them, including mine. I saw blood on a couple of them. On one of them I saw blood on the stairs, dripping into the pavement (dry of course, but it was still there). I felt sick to my stomach. Later I learned that the house of one of the girls from my school was were the terrorists tried to escape to, and they shot the doggies. Two of them, for no reason, they just shot them. Boxers, like my dog.
So now this fucking bitch is trying to get out of prison. She said she didn't have anything to do about it, even though she was THERE. Lovely.
http://www.thenation.com/doc/20000904/levihttp://www.bostonmagazine.com/articles/i_am_not_a_terrorist/