* On the beach the Deaf was held Mollendo II Naval Correspondents Course 2007, organized by the Third Naval Zone of the Navy of Peru. * Press were 29 men who ventured into this story of courage
Vistaprevia / Hugo Mendoza CH.
In two days, just close our eyes three hours. The third technical Marine Walter Morales, considers it necessary to lose sleep when you're in the midst of war. This is to keep the skin and it is best to keep your eyes open as much as possible. So in the Army not conjugating the verb "sleep" but the word "rest."
This is not war, but 29 men of the press leaving journalistic chores we venture into the Naval Correspondents Course. The scene on the beach The Deaf, a rugged coastline, 20 miles Mollendo, perfect for an ambush or a massacre.
"You have to be a journalist, damn it", this phrase was engraved on my mind when I heard in the film Red Ink five years ago. Since then cavilo be tantamount to killing journalist.
The only weapon for a journalist is the truth, even if it originates death. The figures indicate that Reporters Without Borders so far this year 64 journalists were killed doing their duty. Preparing is not a game. VALUE
Playa La Sorda, 09:00 pm on August 29. It seems five in the morning. The intense rain and cold that permeates the bones of the fiercest journalist reveal that started the preparation. The warnings are clear, the most senior instructor refers to "here we are between student and instructor."
The delivery of materials and minor equipment consists of a backpack, a sleeping bag (not used), gamelan, among other items. Amid the intense rain also gave us a tent for two square meters.
The voice hoarse, almost shrill notes "in five minutes all must be installed "only had time to enter and leave the small tent. At the beginning of the course knowledge and skills taught as first aid to evacuate the wounded in case of war.
Number 13, number 22, all men of the press written about our town wore a dark numeral. It is a way to identify peers who do not know, but also a way to lose your identity. To say a number someone responds "present my instructor."
The companion number 35 said. "In war, even the darkest male fantasies can come true, from conversions caps to the faith of God to the discovery of the true vocation: to kill. "
In war anything goes, but journalists disagree with that reasoning. At 14:00 pm has the recognition arms of the Navy and the test firing. Getting used to the weapons is difficult at first, but "have to want more than one wife," says a journalist who served in the Army during the most bloody. Losing a gun is like losing your life.
The fatigue does not exist. After 20:00 hours Technique of survival, just let the rain we light the fire. One Sunday morning, "finally to rest," murmur quietly and exhausted by the exercises, but just close our eyes a burst suddenly made us jump. The order is formed.
No time to sleep just to rest. At three o'clock, the 29 newsmen were trotting over 10 miles, only nine reached the goal with the trainers, then came the rigorous physical exercises.
Four and a half, formed a human chain as we go to sea Grau, cold at times wanted to make us cowards, but the human chain was stronger, eventually we all end up under water, and drizzle did not stop ever.
tear gas pumps would not let us breathe. The tears were inevitable. The practice of social unrest was real, were divided into two groups, one of riot police and other protesters. We live in the flesh a clash between people and police. There were no injuries but plenty of tears.
The toughest test was the simulation of the passage of a river used as a rope bridge. Every two or three minutes all the ground, "is life or death on patrol," said the instructor. The walk lasted no more than 20 minutes, but for us it was eternal, shots were fired, the ambush was imminent. We returned to the safe zone.
For the second time, at midnight trying to close the eyes to rest, the noise of the siren blew us again. It was time for the withdrawal, the 20-kilometer walk last activity as expected. I left with much nostalgia the Deaf. It was three o'clock in the morning of Monday and had finished the course.
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