In the Church they were holding communion. and of course being important people they had their reclinatorio which is a kneeling chair made of fine wood and covered in velvet, to kneel on. I was in the pew behind them with the rest of their family. It seemed like they all where looking at me, wondering “What on earth is this prisoner doing with my parents?” Of course I just kept praying and thinking “God let me be free of this nightmare, I did not commit any crime, why am I here?”
Wait a minute, did not commit any crime? Oh yes, I had a half a roach in my pocket (it was not mine, it was my lovers, but nevertheless it was on my person) and seeds of Marijuana. It did not matter if I smoked it or not? I had them in my possession, but for 30 seeds, came on! Give me a break! It had been almost a month and a half and I was still a prisoner!
When the service was over, we walked over to the corner where there was a dinner place. The
rest of the family left, so the Licenciado, his wife and I sat down in this restaurant “Maria’s” and between some food (glory be to God!), real food, we talked and I told them my story. They must have had a son who was on drugs or alcohol or something, because they were very sympathetic towards me and very gentle. I could read in her eyes tears wanting to come out, while he was concerned and gallantly containing his emotions. Then he said I will try to help, and ask me don’t you have a lawyer? Well, no and yes.. if you could give me permission to make some long distance calls to Caracas? I thought, maybe I can get someone to help me?…..
In a few words, I understood that he would give me Monday the number of an abogado (Licenciado) that was a very good friend of his– Lic. Lawyer Public Defender Morales– to see if he could talk to the judge, they played golf together, to see about my case and when I would be going to court to finish this matter. The only thing I could say was GRACIAS, with tears in my eyes which I did not try to hide.
And when we were in the Cadillac, I dared to ask if was also possible to allow me to use the phone with their permission to call my mother and my ex-husband? They said it would be OK., just that I have to ask his secretary for permission and not to tell any other inmates,.
(I could spend many pages describing how moved they were about my situation, but at the same time they could not show it, after all, I was their prisoner– yes, with some unheard of privileges).
They were holding back their laughter and smiles over this stupid incident, but the law is the law! They were so cute, like seeing that is exactly what they would havce been doing when they were younger, doing these crazy things that they never did, but would have liked to have done!
Then when we got to the reten it was unusually quiet, there were some men on the other side of the street, smoking and talking, but my friendly cops were not there ,so I went straight to my hammock with my kitty and went to sleep with dreams of getting out of Maracaibo and being back in the elegant parts of Caracas.