Photo credit: Darío Sosa

It was Monday, April 24th, 2017, and Mérida was in the middle of a plantón, a one-day national strike in which all major roads are closed by protesters. Last year’s guarimba season was getting started and the government’s demise seemed (again) closer than ever.

People gathered in Las Américas Avenue, already an iconic protest site, at 5am, and a couple of minutes later all lanes were blocked: Tree trunks, garbage, officialist propaganda ripped from a nearby pedestrian bridge, anything was fine for the barricade.

Daniel Infante, then a 25 year old worker of Tromerca (the state-owned company running Mérida’s Trolebús), was recovering from a tonsil surgery, watching the whole thing from his apartment window. Later that day, he went outside to talk to some neighbours in front of his building.

His life would never be the same.

“We heard a lot of gunshots and my couple asked where Daniel was” tells me Dina, Daniel’s sister. “I told him he was outside, as I peeked through the window looking for him. That’s when I saw him, lying on the ground.”

Little more than ten minutes had passed since he left.

A group of Tupamaros, one of the many chavista paramilitary groups operating in the city, had been harassing protesters since the early afternoon. When Daniel left his apartment, they started shooting. He started to run home, too late.

While a neurosurgery team tried to save his life, the tupamaros were breaching into buildings and damaging the cars parked inside. A gunfight erupted and Luis Márquez, member of a pro-government ULA labor union, and Jesús Sulbarán, worker of the then PSUV-controlled Merida’s Governor Office, were also shot. They both died.

Daniel, survived. Barely.

There was never a proper investigation, so we can’t say for sure if the bullet that ended up in Daniel’s head came from a Tupamaro gunman. It hardly seems to matter now.

Daniel stayed in Mérida’s hospital until August 18th, where he battled several infections. He was sent home unable to talk, walk or even eat by himself. He learned how to communicate by moving certain body parts.

“We quickly learned that when he moved his hand, it meant yes, if it was his leg, that meant no” his mother Olga Zambrano tells me in their small but comfortable living room. A figure of the Virgin Mary flanked by two handcrafted angels listens to our conversation, while Daniel lays nearby on his clinical bed, with his look lost in the TV.

“We no longer understand what he means” Dina says, “he no longer moves his arms or legs like he used to. It’s like he’s trapped in his own body.”

“He was recovering” Mrs. Zambrano says with a broken voice. “He recognised us, cried when his friends came to visit. But a Sunday morning, just a couple of days after we took him home, he had a seizure.”

Daniel was taken to a private clinic where he was stabilized. Doctors told his family to pay whenever they could, something that, according to Mrs. Olga, has been impossible to date. After realising that Daniel would remain hospitalized for a long time, his sister took him to the local Venezuelan Social Security hospital (IVSS for its Spanish acronym), where he remained until October.

Almost a year after being shot, Daniel is back home with his family. He’s stable, but things changed after his seizure.

Daniel’s case, along with those of over twelve-hundred people wounded or murdered in Mérida State during protests between January and December 2017, are summarized in a 58-page report by local Human Rights NGO PROMEDEHUM. From underages shot point blank with pellets (while detained), to a catholic school attacked by paramilitary groups, the document represents a valuable record of the abuses that merideños suffered by state forces during 2017. One of them, Anyelo Quintero (also shot in the head, on June 26th, 2017) died last week.

He understands what they say, as I later confirm when he started crying after Mrs. Olga told me of the money needed to take care of him.

“We no longer understand what he means” Dina says, “he no longer moves his arms or legs like he used to. It’s like he’s trapped in his own body.”

He understands what they say, as I later confirm when he started crying after Mrs. Olga told me of the money needed to take care of him.

This has been an excruciating issue for a family that was forced to consume most of its lifetime savings on daily sessions with psychologists and physiotherapists, diapers, wet towels, vitamins and increasingly scarce drugs like anticonvulsants and antidepressants. All in the middle of the hyperinflationary storm.

Daniel’s case had wide media coverage, with several national outlets reporting it and his picture shown by OAS General Secretary, Luis Almagro during his speech in the Oslo Freedom Forum.

But as a continuous stream of bad news dominates the headlines, Daniel’s troubles have faded from memory. It’s natural. The family no longer gets the support it once did. He’s receiving the best care a dedicated, loving family can provide. I see him relax and even hinting a smile every time his sister Dina approaches with his nieces.

In this hellish economy, how long can they endure?

Daniel is the victim of a system ready for anything rather than recognise its own failure. Let’s never forget about the suffering we’ve witnessed.

We cannot afford the luxury of indifference.

To help Daniel, you can contact Dina, his sister by phone:

58-412-0761100

58-424-7341003

Or donate directly here.

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14 COMMENTS

  1. And, when this is over, the PSFs (who had no skin in this game) will come and say that Venezuelans need to forgive and forget.

    Screw them.

    • Especially in Latin America, where a distorted Catholicism tends to mix the concepts of forgiveness and impunity.

      They can’t fathom the idea that you can forgive the son of a bitch, but ALSO still want to lock him in a cage for 150 years. Not because we can’t forgive him, but because we want to protect the innocent people outside from being harmed ever again.

  2. Juan Carlos, Thanks for your great work. You might know more about this: seems that the last year has seen a huge increase in venezuelans who die from eating bitter Yuca/Cassava that had been improperly prepared.
    How many people die per year from acute yuca poisoning? How common is chronic yuca poisoning in the country? I understand that insufficient protein consumption reduces amino acids that break down the poison in the body, so we might see a rise of the irreversible paralytic disorder called Konzo.

    • Hi! Thanks for your words. I don’t really know that much about cassava poisoning. Poisoning is actually caused by cyanide released as a byproduct of the action of some cassava enzymes on its own carbohydrates. All cassava roots have some quantity of cyanide, what we call “bitter cassava” are just roots with higher-than-usual levels. I don’t believe there’s an official number pf people poisoned by cassava, but I know of at least some ten cases around the country during the last year. Konzo seems to be caused by chronic consumption of non-lethal ammounts of cyanide and low-protein intake, so although I haven’t seen the first case; I think it’s a disease we’ll probably be seeing more often in the near future.

  3. We used to kill and maim each other in the name of religion but that has become small change compared to the slaughter we engage in over politics. And I wonder whether that trend will intensify as people adopt almost a messianic fervor about their political choices. I guess we call this progress of some sort.

    • Wow. This is interesting stuff to think about it.

      My son who’s going for Englsh degree(s) in college is called upon to write papers, and he does indeed follow politics, but not a nut like me.

      This is a fascinating subject of Sociology, politics replacing religion.

      Except the Muslims still want to kill anyone who isn’t, so that kind of destroys the whole theory.

  4. Thank you for sharing this story and providing the opportunity to help someone that needs it. I just made a small donation, the price of a couple drinks at Starbucks, but it will go a lot further than that for this family.

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