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Capitalismo y Pobreza. Un debate entre usuarios de /r/Chile

2019.11.03 05:58 DanielCantarin Capitalismo y Pobreza. Un debate entre usuarios de /r/Chile

Discusión original: https://www.reddit.com/chile/comments/dqkghd/megathread_jornada_de_protestas_d%C3%ADa_16/f680wo3/
Allí intervenimos varies usuaries. Dije cosas, me contestaron. Lo traigo a otro hilo por tres razones:
1) Hicieron el trabajo de traerme datos. Me parece grosero no contestar.
2) El hilo original ya está cerrado.
3) Las respuestas son largas, y si hay más respuestas (o se prende más gente) seguramente también lo sean. No me parece que un megathread sea el lugar correcto.

pisti2010 , acá, me dijo lo siguiente:

Dato mata relato:
Si solo abriras un link abre este: http://theconversation.com/seven-charts-that-show-the-world-is-actually-becoming-a-better-place-109307
O este: https://ourworldindata.org/uploads/2019/04/Extreme-Poverty-projection-by-the-World-Bank-to-2030.png
Despues si te animas hay mas: World bank: https://www.worldbank.org/en/news/press-release/2018/09/19/decline-of-global-extreme-poverty-continues-but-has-slowed-world-bank
" The study indicated that global poverty at the $5.50-a-day threshold fell to 46 percent from 67 percent between 1990 and 2015. Last month, the World Bank reported that extreme poverty had fallen to 10 percent in 2015. " https://www.rt.com/business/441811-world-population-extreme-poverty/
"Este año se logró cumplir con el objetivo planteado por la ONU en el milenio de reducir la pobreza extrema a la mitad, sin embargo, ésta sigue azotando en el ámbito mundial a consecuencia de la desigualdad heredada por el capitalismo. " https://www.telesurtv.net/telesuragenda/Erradicacion-de-la-Pobreza-20151014-0029.html
Our world in data, siempre genial: https://ourworldindata.org/extreme-poverty
Mi respuesta:
Muchas gracias por los datos, no los manejaba. Te invito a revisarlos juntos.
"theconversation.com" tiene párrafos ciertamente preocupantes. Primero arranca diciendo "nos llenan de malas noticias y no nos damos cuenta que estamos cada vez mejor", que es exactamente la clase de discursos que los neoliberales le critican a gente como Maduro, Evo, Lula, o los Kirchner, y por los que acuñaron el término "populista"; mientras que al mismo tiempo más tarde dice que "el auge del populismo crea preocupaciones acerca del bienestar global" y que "la globalización es la única manera de asegurar la prosperidad económica compartida". Eso es un sesgo bastante claro, que no traigo por el deporte de levantar ad-hominems sino porque de ahí surge la legitimidad de sus gráficos y las lecturas que hacen de ellos: ya te están sembrando conclusiones antes de que los leas.
Observemos el primer gráfico, por ejemplo: expectativa de vida. Todas las curvas son similares (mismo ángulo), independientemente de la pobreza de cada país, e independientemente de su sistema de gobierno. Esto es especialmente importante teniendo en cuenta que las curvas arrancan desde el siglo XIX, y por lo tanto vivieron las dos guerras, las grandes crisis económicas, y todo el desarrollo de la europa y asia comunistas. Es particularmente interesante, sin embargo, cómo en África, un continente especialmente amenzado por las enfermedades, la curva comienza a ascender en la misma época que se desarrolla la penicilina.
La mención anterior al sesgo viene por esta cuestión: si la curva sube con o sin capitalismo, con o sin comunismo, con o sin neoliberalismo, y con o sin populismo, ¿a qué viene "el miedo al populismo"? Claramente ese gráfico me indica que la curva tiene poco qué ver con la economía: en todo caso, lo que tiene qué ver con la economía es el valor absoluto en un momento dado; pero como con cualquier sistema de gobierno y cualquier economía la curva es la misma, dá exactamente lo mismo si el país es rico o pobre, neoliberal o populista. Y esto se repite en la mortalidad infantil, tendiente a cero en todas las curvas. ¿Por qué el mismo medio que me dice esto, y que me dice que necesito buenas noticias "porque no me doy cuenta que estamos cada vez mejor", también me dice que le tenga miedo al populismo y que milite por la globalización?
El de fertilidad me parece menos visible, pero creo ver (y tengo voluntad de ser corregido en esto) que la curva empieza a normalizarse a la baja pasada la década de 1960 o 1970: coincidiendo con el desarrollo de la tecnología anticonceptiva farmacéutica. Y, nuevamente, no me parece que le haya ido particularmente mal en esto a la Europa del este o el Asia comunistas, a la Europa "populista" con estado de bienestar keynesiano, ni a nuestra latinoamérica bananera y tercermundista. ¿A qué viene la globalización y el populismo entonces en esto?
Claramente esto, como ya mencioné antes en otros intercambios, tiene mucho más qué ver con la ciencia que con la economía y la ideología. "Es la ciencia, idiota", podría ser el corolario. Por eso podemos, en esos mismos gráficos, comparar el desempeño de Cuba contra el de Chile y de Estados Unidos, y hasta a veces le va mejor a esa islucha que no tiene ni dos pesos, que está embargada desde hace medio siglo, y que se supone que sea "atrasada" con respecto al resto del mundo.
Pero lógicamente para un capitalista la parte más importante van a ser el resto de los gráficos: GDP per cápita, desigualdad, "gente viviendo en democracias", e índice de "conflictos". Así que revisémoslos también.
En GDP se ve que le pegó duro a Cuba la caida del muro. Por supuesto que no tiene nada qué ver con la hostilidad del "liberador" Estados Unidos, sino con el "atraso" de Cuba. Pero me sorprende ver cómo Argentina, un país que venía sometido a una espantosa década populista y (según los medios de comunicación) a una corrupción primigenia digna de Cthulhu, en esos números le venía yendo BASTANTE mejor que a la superrepública milagrosa de Chile, hasta hace muy poquito tiempo: se acercaron recién en el 2001 argentino. Y no están tampoco tan lejos ahora. Extraño, ¿verdad? Porque el medio que me dice que le tenga miedo al populismo no me dice eso. De hecho, es interesante ver que Argentina se aplana y empieza a descender su crecimiento a partir de los años de la última dictadura militar: 1976 en adelante. Dictadura militar que instaló el neoliberalismo en Argentina. Y que ese 2001 fue el fín de una década neoliberal en Argentina.
Pero concentrémonos en el mundo, que era el tema. El medio celebra que China e India están creciendo en GDPpC, concluye de los datos que se ven ahí que "obviamente es buenas noticias si la prosperidad está mas compartida alrededor del mundo". Nuevamente, no me dice que China es comunista, y que India tiene una heterogeneidad cultural y religiosa sumamente resistente a los parámetros genéricos de la globalización. ¿Por qué entonces la globalización es el único camino, y me tengo que preocupar por el populismo?
Tanto China como India invirtieron en tecnología y educación. Nuevamente, ciencia, luego capital. Y los problemas en China y en India son un capítulo aparte para los que esos gráficos son bastante poco serios si de ahí pretendemos celebrar "la buena noticia de la prosperidad compartida".
El quinto gráfico francamente me cuesta entenderlo (no entiendo el eje Y). Si lo entiendo bien, indica que la distribución se corre hacia la derecha (positivo) de la línea de la pobreza, y explica que la distribución está ajustada teniendo en cuenta el PPP (poder de compra). Pero francamente me cuesta mucho entender lo que estoy viendo: la línea de la pobreza la definen en 1,9 USD (digamos 2 para hacer las cuentas fáciles) POR DÍA, y ahí pareciera haber en américa (norte y sur) una enorme distribución entre USD $5 y USD $100. 10 dólares por día son 3000 dólares por mes. Definitivamente eso no es la distribución en Argentina, y dudo muchísimo que lo sea en cualquier lugar de latinoamérica. Así que prefiero no opinar mucho sobre esto: si tenés ganas, explicámelo.
Después viene el gráfico claramente más tendencioso de todos: "gente viviendo en democracia". Ahí sí se acordaron de que China no es ningún milagro, y dicen que todo lo que no sea democracia es un "régimen opresivo". Eso es sentido común. Lo que no es sentido común es este otro gráfico, de la misma fuente:
https://ourworldindata.org/graphepolitical-participation-iod?time=1820..2000&country=OWID_WRL+Latin%20America%20and%20Caribbean+Eastern%20Europe+Western%20Europe+East%20Asia
Ahí lo que se indica es que los índices de participación política no están creciendo, sino más bien lo contrario, desde la caida del muro de Berlín. Y prestar especial atención al caso de las dos Europas: en ambas el pico de participación política se da en 1989-1991 (fín de la URSS), y luego la participación cae abruptamente. Y tanto Europa del Este como Asia crecieron su participación política durante la URSS, y cayeron inmediatamente después. De hecho, entre 1937 y 1984, Europa del Este muestra más participación que Europa del Oeste. Latinoamérica parece mostrar algunas curvas emparentadas con las de Europa del Oeste, estando hoy en segundo lugar mundial, y muy por encima de la media del mundo. No veo datos de Estados Unidos en este gráfico.
La novedad, es que esas democracias están en efervescencia en todo el mundo, como a Chile le ha tocado vivir en las últimas dos semanas. Los dictadores de ahora contra los que el pueblo se levanta no son generales comunistas que se afinan el bigote: son sistemas políticos absolutamente desprestigiados. ¿Por qué no me dice nada sobre eso este medio, en lugar de decirme "la globalización es la única garantía"?
Y esa pregunta lleva al último gráfico: "los conflictos están decreciendo". Para eso, me muestra un gráfico que claramente dice "años en los que los grandes poderes pelearon unos contra otros". Claro, así cualquiera: no medimos la conflictividad social, y el mundo es una película de Disney. Me parece justo el llamado a las dos guerras en el siglo XX, y a la historia de mierda que tiene Europa. Pero no dice nada de la guerra fría (de hecho, dice que el período de posguerra fué pacífico), y eso me parece sintomático: porque los conflictos que dejó la guerra fría nunca se terminaron. O bien como dice el relator en Fallout 2: "but the scars left by the war have not yet healed, and the Earth has not forgotten."
Conflictos en los que participa el Estado, desde 1946: https://ourworldindata.org/graphenumber-of-conflicts-and-incidences-of-one-sided-violence
Claramente ascendente.
Muertes por conflicto y terrorismo: https://ourworldindata.org/graphedeaths-from-conflict-and-terrorism?tab=chart&time=1990..2017&country=ERI+ETH+PAK+AFG+OWID_WRL
La media del mundo no baja, y está ese pico enorme en 1994.
Fíjense los mismos datos, pero contando la participación del Estado: https://ourworldindata.org/grapheviolent-deaths-in-conflicts-and-one-sided-violence-since-1989
En el mismo ourworlddata dice esto: "The increase in the number of wars is predominantly an increase of smaller and smaller conflicts. This follows from the previously shown facts that the number of war victims declined while the number of conflicts increased."
Como se puede apreciar, se tratan de gráficos usados de una manera sumamente tendenciosa. Ni hablar de que te dan datos masticados (no los discuten) y hacen de cuenta que son conclusiones ("la globalización es la garantía, ojo con el populismo"). Por ejemplo, esa línea de la "extrema pobreza" medida con dos dólares por día está criticada por toda internet, lleno de links a papers y libros y documentos oficiales de la ONU donde dice que eso se queda corto y sirve mucho más para el sesgo que para entender la realidad. Esos dos dólares por día, o 10 centavos, sirven para diferentes cosas dependiendo qué tengas previamente garantizado. Vivienda, por ejemplo, o salud. Ahí es donde invervienen los estados populistas a hacer la gran desgracia del gasto público: para que la gente tenga una vida decente. Eso por supuesto genera un déficit en el estado, pero también una vida mejor para todos, lo cuál sube otros índices, etcétera.
https://ourworldindata.org/graphetotal-gov-expenditure-percapita-oecd
Ahí no están ni Chile ni Argentina, pero podemos ver cómo Noruega y Dinamarca ranquean alto en el índice de gasto público, por arriba de Alemania y Estados Unidos. ¡Qué populistas de mierda! ¡No saben que "la globalización es la única garantía"!
O también hay índices como estos: https://ourworldindata.org/grapheinequality-of-incomes-chartbook?time=1956..2014&country=JPN+NLD+FRA+GBR+ARG+ISL+CHE+USA+FIN+DEU
Ahí sí está Argentina (no está Chile), y estaría siendo menos desigual que Estados Unidos. No sólo eso, sino que la curva de desigualdad se condice con el neoliberalismo, el cuál termina en 2002 (cuando la curvita esa empieza a bajar). Dos dólares por día (60 dólares por mes) no son lo mismo con o sin educación pública, con o sin salud pública, con o sin comida, con o sin ropa, con o sin acceso a las herramientas de trabajo (en la era más populista de todas, Argentina le daba netbooks a los estudiantes de escuela secundaria que la necesitaran); con o sin el Estado.
Después tenemos al artículo del banco mundial; como si no alcanzara con material sesgado en los medios, ahora tenemos que leer cosas como estas en instituciones que se pretenden respetables: "In the 25 years from 1990 to 2015, the extreme poverty rate dropped an average of a percentage point per year – from nearly 36% to 10%". No me digas. Dos dólares por día, 60 dólares por mes, son ~4K ARS. Una cena con mi esposa me sale 1K. Una persona en Argentina se muere con 60 dólares por mes; al menos la Argentina de Macri. 5 dólares por día son 10K. 10 cenas. Te invito a ver cuánto salen los alquileres en la Ciudad de Buenos Aires: https://www.zonaprop.com.adepartamentos-alquiler-capital-federal.html
Mi punto: el BM está midiendo números que no dan cuenta de la pobreza real, en términos de "necesidades no cumplidas" o "derechos no garantizados", ni "extrema" ni "más o menos" ni nada; es una fantasía numérica. Y esa crítica se la hace medio mundo por todos lados. Acá encontré un quote que me parece bastante representativo del problema:
"Yet, besides these technical aspects, the IPL is subject to heavy criticism because of the very undemocratic way it has been defined. In ATD Fourth World’s long-lasting commitment to people trapped in extreme poverty all over the world, we never heard any of them define extreme poverty in their own words as living on less than US$ 1.00 or US$ 1.90 a day. Poverty and extreme poverty are hotly debated topics. Defining poverty without ever dialoguing with people who live in it would be comparable to writing about gender problems without ever talking to women."
Los artículos de RT y de Telesur plantean la misma situación. RT de hecho lo plantea en términos despectivos: "Nearly half the world lives on less than $5.50 a day". Mis comentarios son exactamente los mismos de antes: estamos hablando de un número que no dá cuenta de lo que es la "pobreza" en términos de "necesidad".

Ahora es tarde, pero mañana escribo una respuesta también para andrew4d3
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2018.07.16 22:41 HelloLurkerHere "Here five were killed" - Los Galindos Massacre (Part 1)

Hi all! After I submitted my write-up about the mysterious case of the Fausto fishing boat, and because of the positive feedback I received from most users I've decided to do another write-up; once again, I'm covering another mystery from my homecountry that is virtually unknown outside the English-speaking word (I've seen it mentioned here in Reddit, but no one seems to have gone into details so far). While in the Fausto's story I covered a missing people's case this time I'll be covering a crime, so I guess it will appeal more to those users who prefer reading about unsolved crime cases.
Los Galindos massacre took place on a scorching hot summer afternoon of 1975, in a remote farmhouse in rural Andalusia, southern Spain. Not only it was one of the most brutal murder cases of our history -war crimes aside- , but it has remained an elusive mystery for over 40 years. Once again, I'm warning that this will be a VERY long post, and I've mostly translated the information I've gathered and structured it so that it can (hopefully!) constitute an enjoyable read.
Relevant names are highlighted in bold letters. First I'll provide an introductory background text, and I'll follow with a chronological description of the chain of events. The controversy that surrounded the case will be also described in future write-ups (I'll try my best, this is one hell of a tricky case). For those users that would rather have a summarized version of the text I've included a TL;DR summary at the bottom of this post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this first part, here it goes;
Background
Los Galindos is a farmhouse located just 3 km (2 mi) northwest of the small town of Paradas, and some 50 km (32 mi) east of the Andalusian city Sevilla, Spain. Up to the late 19th century it had belonged to the church, after which the property's ownership changed to different wealthy families through the following decades. While far from being the largest farmhouse around, in 1975 it was an attractive prospect for potential buyers; 400 hectares (990 acres) of farming land, a large two-wing countryhouse for the owners -which included a spacious inner patio- and a smaller house for the foreman and his family. It also included several garages and stables, as well as a workshop equipped with all what's needed for the repairment of cars, trucks and tractors. Los Galindos had received recently also a scale for heavy machinery, a loading dock and even an underground diesel tank. Cotton, olives and beetroots were produced by its workers.
The last person to buy Los Galindos farmhouse before this mystery took place was a 20-something years old man named Francisco Delgado Durán, in 1950. He was the son of one of the most popular and wealthy couples of Madrid, and he had made a decent fortune working for his parents as a front man. In February of 1969 Delgado would die in Lisbon, Portugal, as a result of a car crash. After his death, Francisco's sister inherited Los Galindos. It's worth noting that shortly after this Francisco's sister married the Marquis of Grañina, Gonzalo Fenández de Córdoba; the Marquis was a highly respected man due his family's social status, but was also known for his bad financial decisions and tendency to spend money recklessly. Fernández had managed to sustain his flamboyant lifestyle by means of associating himself with the wealthiest people at the time -which, in turn, were looking to have friends among the most distinguished members of society, hoping to establish a powerful network of influences.
Once he had Los Galindos on his power (via his wife), Fernández hired his friend Manuel Zapata as the farmhouse's foreman. Zapata, who was 59 years-old in 1975, was a tough and stern man who, by all accounts, seemed to lack any sense of humor whatsoever. Born in Badajoz, he had had a long career in the Spanish Legion and, even though he was retired, Zapata applied army-like precision and discipline into everything he got involved into. And he expected those under his command to do the same. Everyone at Paradas described him as a very unpleasant, 'no-strikes' kind of boss. His wife Juana Martín (53 years-old in 1975) was from Huelva, but had lived in Paradas most of her life; her parents and grandparents had served at Los Galindos all their lives.
As for the July of 1975 Los Galindos had employed several workers that took care of all the duties and chores under Zapata's iron fist. Among them there was José González (27 years-old), a tractor operator. The 160 cm tall and 56 kg (5'3'' and 125 lbs) González was a meek, insecure man. He always wore thick eyeglasses because of his poor eyesight. Due to his severe lack of confidence everyone thought he'd never meet a woman willing to marry him. However, seven months earlier he married Asunción Peralta (34 years-old), a native of Paradas who had worked briefly during harvesting time at Los Galindos. Asunción had been dating a somewhat locally known flamenco singer, but when the relationship fell apart she found herself at well over 30 years of age, single and childless. So when González proposed marriage to her she took what she could have regarded as her last chance at motherhood. In fact, in July of 1975 Asunción was six months pregnant.
40 years-old Ramón Parrilla was a regular farmhand at Los Galindos. A hard-working man with a down-to-earth and warm personality, many remember him as one of the very few people capable of reaching to the almost inexistent traces of kindness and compassion in Zapata's heart, who sometimes would approach him for a friendly conversation. No one seemed to have a bad word about Parrilla, and he was a well-liked man.
Los Galindos, in 1975, seen from the end of the driveway;https://francispfernandez.files.wordpress.com/2016/10/cortijo-los-galindos.jpg
Los Galindos on Google Maps;https://www.google.fi/maps/place/Cortijo+de+los+galindos/@37.3277362,-5.5201836,602m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!3m4!1s0xd129a8821819299:0x75c118a129b0dca0!8m2!3d37.3274809!4d-5.5200495
Noon of July 22nd, 1975. A strange break on routine
At around 12:00 pm of that day 36-years old Antonio Fenet, a farmhand who had been working at Los Galindos for years, was approached by José González. The shy tractor operator looked gloomy. Fenet didn't ask, but had a very strong guess of what had happened; as for lately Zapata had summoned -quite harshly- González about the rather careless way in which he had been working at the workshop, repairing a broken baler. The logical thing to guess was that he had been summoned once again and that had taken a toll on González's mood. Sadly, that was not a rare ocurrence.
González delivered a message from Zapata; Fenet should take a squad and go to Los Galindos' olive grove and spend the rest of the day removing weeds from the olive grove. Upon hearing this, Fenet arched his eyebrows; removing weeds was not a rare activity at Los Galindos (neither would have been at any other farmhouse in Andalusia), but it wasn't his job there; others always did it. Also, why did Zapata send González to deliver the message? The foreman always gave orders personally.
He didn't think to much at that moment; just a little variation of the daily routine. Only some eight hours later he'd change his mind about that, drastically.
Ramón Parrilla is nearby. He's asked, via González, to go to Las Hermanas spring (4 km/3 mi north of the farmhouse) and fill a drum of fresh water for the farmhouse before the end of the day.
Fenet picked all the tools he needed from a nearby shed and rode his small motorcycle towards their assigned work at the olive grove. Only Zapata, his wife Juana and González stay at the farmhouse. Without knowing it, Fenet was walking away from death.
15:00 pm. A disturbing sight at Paradas
Later, at about 15:00 pm, several people at Paradas witnessed something really strange; a cream-colored SEAT 600 speeded down the town's main street, seemingly coming from the road that leads to Los Galindos. Many were not unfamiliar with the car, as they recognized it as José González. What surprised all them was that A) at that time of the day González should be working at Los Galindos and B) he was speeding almost recklessly. Let's remember that González's eyesight was very poor which, added to his timid nature, made him a rather slow driver.
Where was González going? And why was he in such a hurry?
Those among the witnesses that knew him where still arguing about the bizarre scene they had just seen when, at around 15:15 González's car appeared again, speeding even faster this time. He's now driving back towards Los Galindos, but now he's not alone in the car; his wife Asunción is in the passenger seat. She's smartly dressed, later witnesses would say that she was dressed 'like when she attends the Sunday's mass at church'. This detail gives the whole situation an even stranger look. An acquaintance of Asunción was among the witnesses that afternoon and later provided a detailed report. She saw them exiting their home and getting into the car. She also added another detail that had caught her attention; the look on their faces.
According to her, both González and his wife looked very worried. Scared, even.
16:30 pm. Hell breaks loose
With only a cheap had to protect him from the relentless July sun, Fenet headed back to Los Galindos, riding his motorcycle. It was a short ride, only 2.5 km (1.6 mi) and all he could think about was the shower he'd take right after arriving back home, maybe he'd have also a cold beer afterwards. That day had been unusually hot; before parting to the olive grove Fenet had taken a look at the thermometer placed on the farmhouse's front wall. It read 49º C (120º F). Later it would be reported that July 22nd happened to be the hottest day of that year. Suddeny, Fenet stopped his bike, his gaze fixed in the distance ahead of him, at Los Galindos.
A column of black smoke was emanating from the farmhouse.
"Whoever is burning stuff there, Zapata's gonna rip his balls off. That's for sure", he muttered, but he didn't really believe that. No one dared to break Zapata's rules; the old man did not fool around, especially concerning work. Maybe, he thought, a fire had started due to the intense heat of that day. The air was dry, and the farmhouse was full of packed hay. Fearing this scenario, Fenet raced back to Los Galindos.
Once he stopped his bike on the front gate it was his heart what started to race. A large pile of hay in one of the sheds was indeed in flames, but that's not what frightened him; a strong smell of diesel seemed to emanate from the fire, along with a more subtle one that he could not identify, but nevertheless made him feel sick and nauseated. Also, where was Zapata? No way a man that strict would ever allow a fire that serious to grow like that. He should have been there, swearing out loud and doing whatever it takes to put the fire off.
But he wasn't there. González wasn't there either, which was also very strange. In fact, no one seemed to be at the farmhouse. What was going on? Where the hell was everyone? Besides the crackling sound of the fire, only the cicadas coud be heard. He called for Zapata, screaming. Then for his wife Juana and finally for González (whose car was parked next to the gate). He never got an answer. The place was deserted.
Fenet was scared. Something had happened there while he was away. Something horrible.
Unable to process the reality of his circumstances, Fenet paced back and forth across the front gate. He didn't know what to do. Should he put the fire off first? Or should he look for the others? Maybe take the bike and ride to Paradas to notify the firefighters -or the police? Then he looked around and spotted other workers rushing towards the farmhouse, who were as astonished as Fenet was. He waved his arms and urged them to come, relieved to see that he'd not be alone there.
The workers put their best efforts to put the fire off and eventually started to succeed. The fire had been controlled when suddenly someone made a disturbing descovery next to the foreman's house. Fenet's nausea worsened significantly; he had now a good idea of what was the source of that disgusting smell he had noticed earlier.
17:15 pm. A nightmarish day
At Paradas' Guardia Civil station there were only a few officers that evening, having their coffee break. One of them was Commander Corporal Raúl Fernández, who was in charge that day. Even though he was responsible and diligent, Fernández was still quite green -which was explained by his young age. At less than 10,000 inhabitants, Paradas was one of those towns in which life was regular, peaceful and even boring. It was the perfect place for a young officer before stepping up for higher responsibilities.
The day's routine at the station was broken in the most shocking fashion possible; a man stmbled inside, panting and asking for help. Upon taking a closer look Cpl. Fernández noticed that that man was scared to death. His name was Antonio Fenet, had arrived on his bike as quickly as possible and claimed to be a farmhand at Los Galindos. According to his near hysteric statement, something sinister had happened at the farmhouse.
"Fire at Los Galindos! A trail of blood! Help, please!" Those were Fenet's words before Cpl. Fernández managed to calm him down enough to get coherent information from him. Answering his questions, Fenet said that no injured or dead people had been seen at the scene, just the fire and the blood. The scenario described by the farmhand was however worrysome enough; the Corporal asked the radio operator to find out if anyone from Los Galindos had been admitted at any of the Sevilla's hospitals during that day. They were hoping that they'd be dealing with a case of a bizarre accident -in contrast with what everyone had in mind, a crime. Cpl. Fernández and a subordinate jumped into their Land Rover patrol car and ran towards Los Galindos, sirens on. From the car's radio he heard the imformation he had been fearing; no accident at Los Galindos had been reported that day.
Upon arrival the officers found many of the farm workers dealing with the little fire that remained. Fire was no longer a problem, but the trail of blood -without, let's remember, any hospital notification- didn't presage anything good.
Cpl. Fernández exhamined the scene; a long line of red drops seemed to start from the workshop, crossing the of the patio to end next the door of the foreman's house.
Trail of blood ; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/025-Los-Galindos-reguero-sangre.jpg
This vision on itself was terrifying enough, but fear took up a notch when the officers realized that the door had been locked from inside. It wouldn't make sense that an injured person had made their way to the house and then had locked the door. Therefore, a possibility quickly shaped in Cpl. Fernández's mind;
"Is the killer inside? Is he waiting for us?"
He pulled out his 9mm STAR S handgun and commanded everyone to back off and away from the door. After a deep breath the Corporal kicked the door with all his stregth. The lock got detached and the door opened up violently. A shaking and scared little dog was inside; it was Zapata's pet dog. Her legs and belly were covered in blood, but she didn't seem injured. Once they got the dog out of the house the officers walked inside; there was more blood on the floor.
Inside the foreman's house;
http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/026-Los-Galindos-gotas-de-sangre.jpg
The foreman's house had a main corridor whose layout resembled a mirrored 'L', so the officers made sure to cover angles in case someone was there waiting for them, ready to shoot. They found no shooter, but what they saw would appear on their dreams every night; a much larger and thicker trail of blood was painted on the floor, right next to a knocked chair. It was so big that it resembled a pond. There was no doubt that the blood's owner was very likely dead.
It seemed like the victim had been laying there and then it was dragged all the way to a room -whose door was closed. They noticed that, mid-trail the blood switched from a solid red band to a trail of drops. Why? However that question and many others would come afterwards. At that moment, both officers followed the trail towards the room, guns in their hands, expecting the worst.
The bloody trail on the corridor; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/028-Los-Galindos-huellas-arrastrar-cadaver.jpg
The door -which led to the foreman's bedroom- not only was closed, but someone had also put a heavy padlock on it. Frightened but willing to solve that nightmarish situation for once, Cpl. Fernández shoot the padlock thrice and then, holding his pistol right in front of him again, kicked the door. What he saw would haunt him in dreams for the rest of his life.
There were two beds inside, parallel to each other, but one of them had its mattress rolled up. The blankets were on the floor, in the space between both beds. The body of a woman was lying over those blankets face up. Her face was a bloody mess. She had been hit with so much force that her facial structure had collapsed completely, making her face look like a flat rubber mask. Her skull was visibly crushed. It was the body of Juana Martín, Zapata's wife. On the other bed the presumed murder weapon was found; the knotter of a baler. It was covered in blood.
Dead body of Juana Martín (WARNING! NSFW); https://ibb.co/mVnXK8
The bedroom, after Juana's body was removed; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/029-Los-Galindos-habitacion-donde-aparecio-el-cadaver-de-Juana-Macias.jpg
The murder weapon, can be seen at the left side on the bed; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/030-Los-Galindos-arma-del-crimen.jpg
There was no one else at the house, but the officers wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They were used to deal with mundane conflicts and incidents. A murder case, especially such a brutal one, was something way beyond the things they could deal with. They exited the house, having made sure that no one else was there. It was time to report by radio the eerie finding. Unfortunately for everyone, the nightmare was far from over. The Corporal had a horrible realization; he had also noticed the horrible smell coming from the flames, right about when he also saw the blood. But if the dead woman was inside the house... what (who) was burning then? Was there another body at the farmhouse?
Not only one, but two dead bodies were uncovered when the officers and the farm workers finished putting the fire off at the shed. They were completely charred, so much that they looked like small mannequins. One of them had gotten its head detached and the other had a severed leg. Forensic study would later identify them as the bodies of José González and his wife Asunción Peralta, and they had been too bludgeoned to death. About the time the scorched bodies were found someone alerted about something else; there as another, more subtle trail of blood that started at the main gate. Upon following it, the officers were lead to a smaller pile of hay at one side of the driveway, close to the main gate. Ramón Parrilla was under it. His forearms were completely shattered, apparently as a result of shielding himself with them right before being shot with a hunting rifle. The firearm wounds on his torso seemed to be the cause of death.
Bodies of José González and Asunción Peralta. The image is low quality, but just in case I'll warn. NSFW ; https://ibb.co/eThATd
Body of Ramón Parrilla (WARNING! NSFW); https://ibb.co/cdeRZJ
José González's SEAT 600, parked right in front of the gate; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/031-Los-Galindos-Seat-600-del-tractorista-Jose-Gonzalez.jpg
The shed that had burned, where the dead bodies of González and his wife were found;http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/009-Los-Galindos.jpg
Los Galindos' driveway. Ramón Parrilla's body was found next to the tree seen on the right; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/041-Los-Galindos-situacion-cadaver-Ramon-Parrilla.jpg
With the information provided by Fenet and other farm workers, Cpl. Fernández and his subordinate looked around Los Galindos; Zapata, the foreman, should have been around. But he wasn't, and no other body was found that day. González's car was inspected; Zapata's hunting rifle was found on the back seat. The weapon was broken in half. Meanwhile, the foreman was nowhere to be found, and all attempts to contact him or locate his whereabouts were in vain.
Night of July 22nd, 1975. At large, armed and dangerous
Soon after they assesed the magnitude of what was going on, Cpl. Fernández requested backups. The conclusion seemed obvious; four dead, and the foreman was missing. Was Zapata the killer? Seemed so.
From the very start the Guardia Civil didn't take the situation lightly; Zapata had been a member of the Spanish Legion for over two decades. He was trained in the use of different firearms, hand-to-hand techniques and warfare strategies. Even though he was almost sixty years old, Zapata was still in good shape, and was a feared man in Paradas. He had a reputation of never backing off from confrontations, willing to use violence if necessary. Now it seemed that for unknown reasons he had suffered some kind of violent psychotic episode, and was out there. That night an arrest warrant was issued virtually everyone in Paradas locked their doors and windows before going to sleep. Many others also made sure their hunting rifles were loaded and ready next to their beds.
The farmhouse and the lands were thoroughly searched. At Paradas, many members of the Guardia Civil (and an investigator that had come from the larger Sevilla) questioned hundreds of people, following every possible lead they could get. The four victim's last movements were minuciosly studied, but not much came out of that. Did Zapata kill them all -including his own wife- in a fit of psychotic rage? Was he hiding somewhere in the wilderness, armed and dangerous?
It would be the least expected who finally made the case move forwards.
July 25th. A 180 degree turn
From the beginning Los Galindos' case underwent a faulty investigation. Cpl. Fernández was totally inexperienced in murder cases, and was completely overwhelmed by the situation. He hadn't set a perimeter for the crime scene and allowed everyone to roam freely there (in fact, the knotter used to kill Juana Martín was moved and touched by many farm workers).
But the most strange negligence took place on the night of July 22nd; the Marquis -Los Galindos' owner at the time- slept on the main house. This was odd mostly because he rarely came over, but that night he told the Guardia Civil officers that he wanted to spend the night there; those officers who dared to object to the Marquis' wishes would get in trouble. In 1975 the Francoist regime was falling apart, but the old policies were still alive. The Marquis came from a highly decorated military family, and had plenty of friends among the higher ranks of the Guardia Civil. Nevertheless, he spent the night at Los Galindos, along with the property manager.
On the morning of July 25th Los Galindos was still being inspected -even though it was clear that many clues had been lost. The complete lack of protocol was such that Zapata's pet dog was still around there, getting in and out of the farmhouse. Someone noticed that she seemed to go back to the same spot very often. That morning she started to howl there repeatedly, which caugh everyone's attention.
Such spot was located right behind the farmhouse, next to the wall. There was a tree there, separated from the wall by a narrow space. The dog was barking and howling at a pile of hay laying afoot of the tree. The officers removed the hay. What they found left them speechless;
Lying facedown, and already very decomposed was the body of Manuel Zapata, the farmhouse's foreman and now no longer the main suspect. His skull was visibly deformed, he had died via blunt force trauma to his head. The state of decomposition left no place for doubt -he had died on July 22nd, at the latest. In fact, forensic exhamination would later confirm TWICE that he was the first one to die at the farmhouse.
Here you can see the spot where Zapata was found. After removing the hay they found his decomposing body (WARNING! NSFW); https://ibb.co/jqjkTd
Equally as chilling was the message left with blood on the main gate's front wall. "Aquí mataron a cinco" ("Here five were killed"). Who did it? Did that person -presumedly the killer- paint the message very late into the previous night? Why?
Nobody could believe this last turn of events; the farmhouse had been searched thoroughly for three days, and one of the officers even urinated on that same tree on July 23rd, not noticing anything wrong with the spot. Did the real killer hide Zapata's body in the meantime only to place it there at some point during the night of July 24th without being seen?
And so, the mystery started.
Additional pictures
Drawing depicting the approximate layout of the farmhouse, and showing where did each body appear; https://ibb.co/n3f9od
Los Galindos' front gate; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/003-Los-Galindos.jpg
Los Galindos' patio. The foreman's house is in the background; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/004-Los-Galindos.jpg
The workshop; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/006-Los-Galindos.jpg
Antonio Fenet. He was the first one to arrive to Los Galindos during the fire; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/023-Los-Galindos-jornalero-Antonio-Fenet.jpg
The small dog on this pic is Manuel Zapata's pet dog. She was the only witness of what happened that afternoon at the farmhouse, only to find her owner's body three days later; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/044-Los-Galindos-perros.jpg
Gonzalo Fernández the Córdoba, the Marquis of Grañina. At the time he was the owner of Los Galindos and, unexpectedly, decided to spend the night there right after the murders; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/064-Los-Galindos-el-marques-de-Granina-y-su-esposa.jpg
"Here five were killed" message left with blood at some point during the night previous to the discovery of Zapata's body; https://enotroladodelmuro.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/galindos5.jpg
The victims
Manuel Zapata Villanueva. Aged 59, he was Los Galindos' foreman; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/081-Los-Galindos-victima-Manuel-Zapata-Villanueva.jpg
Juana Martín Macías. Aged 53. She was Zapata's wife; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/082-Los-Galindos-victima-Juana-Martin-Macias.jpg
José González Jiménez. Aged 27. Tractor operator at Los Galindos; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/083-Los-Galindos-victima-Jose-Gonzalez.jpg
Asunción Peralta Montero. Aged 34. González's wife, she had worked briefly at Los Galindos the year before during harvesting time. She was six months pregnant; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/084-Los-Galindos-victima-Asuncion-Peralta.jpg
Ramón Parrilla González. Aged 40. Tractor operator and farmhand; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/085-Los-Galindos-victima-Ramon-Parrilla.jpg
Wedding pic of José González and Asunción Peralta, seven months before their deaths; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/086-Los-Galindos-Jose-Gonzalez-y-su-esposa-Asuncion-Peralta.jpg
Ramón Parrilla with his wife and his daughter; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/087-Los-Galindos-Ramon-Parrilla-con-su-mujer-y-una-de-sus-hijas.jpg
Sources (Spanish)
https://francispfernandez.wordpress.com/2016/10/16/el-crimen-de-los-galindos/
https://criminalia.es/asesino/el-crimen-de-los-galindos/
El Crimen de Los Galindos - book co-authored by Francisco Gil and Ramón Reig
Documentary - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvrdEGksyac
TL;DR: At a rural farmhouse a fire ensured. When farm workers rushed to put the fire off they discovered a trail of blood. Police was called and found the foreman's wife dead by bludgeoning, the murder weapon next to her. As they managed to put the fire off they realized that what was being burnt were the bodies of a tractor operator and his pregnant wife. Another farm worker was discovered dead on the driveway, he had been shot with the foreman's hunting rifle. Since the foreman was nowhere to be found police initially suspected that he was the killer and issued an arrest warrant. However, a morning three days later the foreman's body appeared in a spot that -probably- had been looked at previously, and he was so decomposed that it was clear that he had been the first victim. That same morning a message painted with blood appeared on the farmhouse's front wall. It read "here five were killed".
Here concludes the first part. In the next writeup I'll talk about the first investigation and all the controversy that surrounded it before disident voices managed to get the victims' bodies exhumated for a second investigation in 1983. I hope I've managed to spark your interest in the case with this write-up!
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2018.07.16 21:20 HelloLurkerHere "Here five were killed" - Los Galindos Massacre (Part 1)

Hi all! After I submitted my write-up about the mysterious case of the Fausto fishing boat, and because of the positive feedback I received from most users I've decided to do another write-up; once again, I'm covering another mystery from my homecountry that is virtually unknown outside the English-speaking word (I've seen it mentioned here in Reddit, but no one seems to have gone into details so far). While in the Fausto's story I covered a missing people's case this time I'll be covering a crime, so I guess it will appeal more to those users who prefer reading about unsolved crime cases.
Los Galindos massacre took place on a scorching hot summer afternoon of 1975, in a remote farmhouse in rural Andalusia, southern Spain. Not only it was one of the most brutal murder cases of our history -war crimes aside- , but it has remained an elusive mystery for over 40 years. Once again, I'm warning that this will be a VERY long post, and I've mostly translated the information I've gathered and structured it so that it can (hopefully!) constitute an enjoyable read.
Relevant names are highlighted in bold letters. First I'll provide an introductory background text, and I'll follow with a chronological description of the chain of events. The controversy that surrounded the case will be also described in future write-ups (I'll try my best, this is one hell of a tricky case). For those users that would rather have a summarized version of the text I've included a TL;DR summary at the bottom of this post.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this first part, here it goes;
Background
Los Galindos is a farmhouse located just 3 km (2 mi) northwest of the small town of Paradas, and some 50 km (32 mi) east of the Andalusian city Sevilla, Spain. Up to the late 19th century it had belonged to the church, after which the property's ownership changed to different wealthy families through the following decades. While far from being the largest farmhouse around, in 1975 it was an attractive prospect for potential buyers; 400 hectares (990 acres) of farming land, a large two-wing countryhouse for the owners -which included a spacious inner patio- and a smaller house for the foreman and his family. It also included several garages and stables, as well as a workshop equipped with all what's needed for the repairment of cars, trucks and tractors. Los Galindos had received recently also a scale for heavy machinery, a loading dock and even an underground diesel tank. Cotton, olives and beetroots were produced by its workers.
The last person to buy Los Galindos farmhouse before this mystery took place was a 20-something years old man named Francisco Delgado Durán, in 1950. He was the son of one of the most popular and wealthy couples of Madrid, and he had made a decent fortune working for his parents as a front man. In February of 1969 Delgado would die in Lisbon, Portugal, as a result of a car crash. After his death, Francisco's sister inherited Los Galindos. It's worth noting that shortly after this Francisco's sister married the Marquis of Grañina, Gonzalo Fenández de Córdoba; the Marquis was a highly respected man due his family's social status, but was also known for his bad financial decisions and tendency to spend money recklessly. Fernández had managed to sustain his flamboyant lifestyle by means of associating himself with the wealthiest people at the time -which, in turn, were looking to have friends among the most distinguished members of society, hoping to establish a powerful network of influences.
Once he had Los Galindos on his power (via his wife), Fernández hired his friend Manuel Zapata as the farmhouse's foreman. Zapata, who was 59 years-old in 1975, was a tough and stern man who, by all accounts, seemed to lack any sense of humor whatsoever. Born in Badajoz, he had had a long career in the Spanish Legion and, even though he was retired, Zapata applied army-like precision and discipline into everything he got involved into. And he expected those under his command to do the same. Everyone at Paradas described him as a very unpleasant, 'no-strikes' kind of boss. His wife Juana Martín (53 years-old in 1975) was from Huelva, but had lived in Paradas most of her life; her parents and grandparents had served at Los Galindos all their lives.
As for the July of 1975 Los Galindos had employed several workers that took care of all the duties and chores under Zapata's iron fist. Among them there was José González (27 years-old), a tractor operator. The 160 cm tall and 56 kg (5'3'' and 125 lbs) González was a meek, insecure man. He always wore thick eyeglasses because of his poor eyesight. Due to his severe lack of confidence everyone thought he'd never meet a woman willing to marry him. However, seven months earlier he married Asunción Peralta (34 years-old), a native of Paradas who had worked briefly during harvesting time at Los Galindos. Asunción had been dating a somewhat locally known flamenco singer, but when the relationship fell apart she found herself at well over 30 years of age, single and childless. So when González proposed marriage to her she took what she could have regarded as her last chance at motherhood. In fact, in July of 1975 Asunción was six months pregnant.
40 years-old Ramón Parrilla was a regular farmhand at Los Galindos. A hard-working man with a down-to-earth and warm personality, many remember him as one of the very few people capable of reaching to the almost inexistent traces of kindness and compassion in Zapata's heart, who sometimes would approach him for a friendly conversation. No one seemed to have a bad word about Parrilla, and he was a well-liked man.
Los Galindos, in 1975, seen from the end of the driveway; https://francispfernandez.files.wordpress.com/2016/10/cortijo-los-galindos.jpg
Los Galindos on Google Maps; https://www.google.fi/maps/place/Cortijo+de+los+galindos/@37.3277362,-5.5201836,602m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!3m4!1s0xd129a8821819299:0x75c118a129b0dca0!8m2!3d37.3274809!4d-5.5200495
Noon of July 22nd, 1975. A strange break on routine
At around 12:00 pm of that day 36-years old Antonio Fenet, a farmhand who had been working at Los Galindos for years, was approached by José González. The shy tractor operator looked gloomy. Fenet didn't ask, but had a very strong guess of what had happened; as for lately Zapata had summoned -quite harshly- González about the rather careless way in which he had been working at the workshop, repairing a broken baler. The logical thing to guess was that he had been summoned once again and that had taken a toll on González's mood. Sadly, that was not a rare ocurrence.
González delivered a message from Zapata; Fenet should take a squad and go to Los Galindos' olive grove and spend the rest of the day removing weeds from the olive grove. Upon hearing this, Fenet arched his eyebrows; removing weeds was not a rare activity at Los Galindos (neither would have been at any other farmhouse in Andalusia), but it wasn't his job there; others always did it. Also, why did Zapata send González to deliver the message? The foreman always gave orders personally.
He didn't think to much at that moment; just a little variation of the daily routine. Only some eight hours later he'd change his mind about that, drastically.
Ramón Parrilla is nearby. He's asked, via González, to go to Las Hermanas spring (4 km/3 mi north of the farmhouse) and fill a drum of fresh water for the farmhouse before the end of the day.
Fenet picked all the tools he needed from a nearby shed and rode his small motorcycle towards their assigned work at the olive grove. Only Zapata, his wife Juana and González stay at the farmhouse. Without knowing it, Fenet was walking away from death.
15:00 pm. A disturbing sight at Paradas
Later, at about 15:00 pm, several people at Paradas witnessed something really strange; a cream-colored SEAT 600 speeded down the town's main street, seemingly coming from the road that leads to Los Galindos. Many were not unfamiliar with the car, as they recognized it as José González. What surprised all them was that A) at that time of the day González should be working at Los Galindos and B) he was speeding almost recklessly. Let's remember that González's eyesight was very poor which, added to his timid nature, made him a rather slow driver.
Where was González going? And why was he in such a hurry?
Those among the witnesses that knew him where still arguing about the bizarre scene they had just seen when, at around 15:15 González's car appeared again, speeding even faster this time. He's now driving back towards Los Galindos, but now he's not alone in the car; his wife Asunción is in the passenger seat. She's smartly dressed, later witnesses would say that she was dressed 'like when she attends the Sunday's mass at church'. This detail gives the whole situation an even stranger look. An acquaintance of Asunción was among the witnesses that afternoon and later provided a detailed report. She saw them exiting their home and getting into the car. She also added another detail that had caught her attention; the look on their faces.
According to her, both González and his wife looked very worried. Scared, even.
16:30 pm. Hell breaks loose
With only a cheap had to protect him from the relentless July sun, Fenet headed back to Los Galindos, riding his motorcycle. It was a short ride, only 2.5 km (1.6 mi) and all he could think about was the shower he'd take right after arriving back home, maybe he'd have also a cold beer afterwards. That day had been unusually hot; before parting to the olive grove Fenet had taken a look at the thermometer placed on the farmhouse's front wall. It read 49º C (120º F). Later it would be reported that July 22nd happened to be the hottest day of that year. Suddeny, Fenet stopped his bike, his gaze fixed in the distance ahead of him, at Los Galindos.
A column of black smoke was emanating from the farmhouse.
"Whoever is burning stuff there, Zapata's gonna rip his balls off. That's for sure", he muttered, but he didn't really believe that. No one dared to break Zapata's rules; the old man did not fool around, especially concerning work. Maybe, he thought, a fire had started due to the intense heat of that day. The air was dry, and the farmhouse was full of packed hay. Fearing this scenario, Fenet raced back to Los Galindos.
Once he stopped his bike on the front gate it was his heart what started to race. A large pile of hay in one of the sheds was indeed in flames, but that's not what frightened him; a strong smell of diesel seemed to emanate from the fire, along with a more subtle one that he could not identify, but nevertheless made him feel sick and nauseated. Also, where was Zapata? No way a man that strict would ever allow a fire that serious to grow like that. He should have been there, swearing out loud and doing whatever it takes to put the fire off.
But he wasn't there. González wasn't there either, which was also very strange. In fact, no one seemed to be at the farmhouse. What was going on? Where the hell was everyone? Besides the crackling sound of the fire, only the cicadas coud be heard. He called for Zapata, screaming. Then for his wife Juana and finally for González (whose car was parked next to the gate). He never got an answer. The place was deserted.
Fenet was scared. Something had happened there while he was away. Something horrible.
Unable to process the reality of his circumstances, Fenet paced back and forth across the front gate. He didn't know what to do. Should he put the fire off first? Or should he look for the others? Maybe take the bike and ride to Paradas to notify the firefighters -or the police? Then he looked around and spotted other workers rushing towards the farmhouse, who were as astonished as Fenet was. He waved his arms and urged them to come, relieved to see that he'd not be alone there.
The workers put their best efforts to put the fire off and eventually started to succeed. The fire had been controlled when suddenly someone made a disturbing descovery next to the foreman's house. Fenet's nausea worsened significantly; he had now a good idea of what was the source of that disgusting smell he had noticed earlier.
17:15 pm. A nightmarish day
At Paradas' Guardia Civil station there were only a few officers that evening, having their coffee break. One of them was Commander Corporal Raúl Fernández, who was in charge that day. Even though he was responsible and diligent, Fernández was still quite green -which was explained by his young age. At less than 10,000 inhabitants, Paradas was one of those towns in which life was regular, peaceful and even boring. It was the perfect place for a young officer before stepping up for higher responsibilities.
The day's routine at the station was broken in the most shocking fashion possible; a man stmbled inside, panting and asking for help. Upon taking a closer look Cpl. Fernández noticed that that man was scared to death. His name was Antonio Fenet, had arrived on his bike as quickly as possible and claimed to be a farmhand at Los Galindos. According to his near hysteric statement, something sinister had happened at the farmhouse.
"Fire at Los Galindos! A trail of blood! Help, please!" Those were Fenet's words before Cpl. Fernández managed to calm him down enough to get coherent information from him. Answering his questions, Fenet said that no injured or dead people had been seen at the scene, just the fire and the blood. The scenario described by the farmhand was however worrysome enough; the Corporal asked the radio operator to find out if anyone from Los Galindos had been admitted at any of the Sevilla's hospitals during that day. They were hoping that they'd be dealing with a case of a bizarre accident -in contrast with what everyone had in mind, a crime. Cpl. Fernández and a subordinate jumped into their Land Rover patrol car and ran towards Los Galindos, sirens on. From the car's radio he heard the imformation he had been fearing; no accident at Los Galindos had been reported that day.
Upon arrival the officers found many of the farm workers dealing with the little fire that remained. Fire was no longer a problem, but the trail of blood -without, let's remember, any hospital notification- didn't presage anything good.
Cpl. Fernández exhamined the scene; a long line of red drops seemed to start from the workshop, crossing the of the patio to end next the door of the foreman's house.
Trail of blood ; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/025-Los-Galindos-reguero-sangre.jpg
This vision on itself was terrifying enough, but fear took up a notch when the officers realized that the door had been locked from inside. It wouldn't make sense that an injured person had made their way to the house and then had locked the door. Therefore, a possibility quickly shaped in Cpl. Fernández's mind;
"Is the killer inside? Is he waiting for us?"
He pulled out his 9mm STAR S handgun and commanded everyone to back off and away from the door. After a deep breath the Corporal kicked the door with all his stregth. The lock got detached and the door opened up violently. A shaking and scared little dog was inside; it was Zapata's pet dog. Her legs and belly were covered in blood, but she didn't seem injured. Once they got the dog out of the house the officers walked inside; there was more blood on the floor.
Inside the foreman's house;
http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/026-Los-Galindos-gotas-de-sangre.jpg
The foreman's house had a main corridor whose layout resembled a mirrored 'L', so the officers made sure to cover angles in case someone was there waiting for them, ready to shoot. They found no shooter, but what they saw would appear on their dreams every night; a much larger and thicker trail of blood was painted on the floor, right next to a knocked chair. It was so big that it resembled a pond. There was no doubt that the blood's owner was very likely dead.
It seemed like the victim had been laying there and then it was dragged all the way to a room -whose door was closed. They noticed that, mid-trail the blood switched from a solid red band to a trail of drops. Why? However that question and many others would come afterwards. At that moment, both officers followed the trail towards the room, guns in their hands, expecting the worst.
The bloody trail on the corridor; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/028-Los-Galindos-huellas-arrastrar-cadaver.jpg
The door -which led to the foreman's bedroom- not only was closed, but someone had also put a heavy padlock on it. Frightened but willing to solve that nightmarish situation for once, Cpl. Fernández shoot the padlock thrice and then, holding his pistol right in front of him again, kicked the door. What he saw would haunt him in dreams for the rest of his life.
There were two beds inside, parallel to each other, but one of them had its mattress rolled up. The blankets were on the floor, in the space between both beds. The body of a woman was lying over those blankets face up. Her face was a bloody mess. She had been hit with so much force that her facial structure had collapsed completely, making her face look like a flat rubber mask. Her skull was visibly crushed. It was the body of Juana Martín, Zapata's wife. On the other bed the presumed murder weapon was found; the knotter of a baler. It was covered in blood.
Dead body of Juana Martín (WARNING! GRAPHIC); https://ibb.co/mVnXK8
The bedroom, after Juana's body was removed; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/029-Los-Galindos-habitacion-donde-aparecio-el-cadaver-de-Juana-Macias.jpg
The murder weapon, can be seen at the left side on the bed; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/030-Los-Galindos-arma-del-crimen.jpg
There was no one else at the house, but the officers wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They were used to deal with mundane conflicts and incidents. A murder case, especially such a brutal one, was something way beyond the things they could deal with. They exited the house, having made sure that no one else was there. It was time to report by radio the eerie finding. Unfortunately for everyone, the nightmare was far from over. The Corporal had a horrible realization; he had also noticed the horrible smell coming from the flames, right about when he also saw the blood. But if the dead woman was inside the house... what (who) was burning then? Was there another body at the farmhouse?
Not only one, but two dead bodies were uncovered when the officers and the farm workers finished putting the fire off at the shed. They were completely charred, so much that they looked like small mannequins. One of them had gotten its head detached and the other had a severed leg. Forensic study would later identify them as the bodies of José González and his wife Asunción Peralta, and they had been too bludgeoned to death. About the time the scorched bodies were found someone alerted about something else; there as another, more subtle trail of blood that started at the main gate. Upon following it, the officers were lead to a smaller pile of hay at one side of the driveway, close to the main gate. Ramón Parrilla was under it. His forearms were completely shattered, apparently as a result of shielding himself with them right before being shot with a hunting rifle. The firearm wounds on his torso seemed to be the cause of death.
Bodies of José González and Asunción Peralta. The image is low quality, but just in case I'll warn. GRAPHIC ; https://ibb.co/eThATd
Body of Ramón Parrilla (WARNING! GRAPHIC); https://ibb.co/cdeRZJ
José González's SEAT 600, parked right in front of the gate; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/031-Los-Galindos-Seat-600-del-tractorista-Jose-Gonzalez.jpg
The shed that had burned, where the dead bodies of González and his wife were found; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/009-Los-Galindos.jpg
Los Galindos' driveway. Ramón Parrilla's body was found next to the tree seen on the right; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/041-Los-Galindos-situacion-cadaver-Ramon-Parrilla.jpg
With the information provided by Fenet and other farm workers, Cpl. Fernández and his subordinate looked around Los Galindos; Zapata, the foreman, should have been around. But he wasn't, and no other body was found that day. González's car was inspected; Zapata's hunting rifle was found on the back seat. The weapon was broken in half. Meanwhile, the foreman was nowhere to be found, and all attempts to contact him or locate his whereabouts were in vain.
Night of July 22nd, 1975. At large, armed and dangerous
Soon after they assesed the magnitude of what was going on, Cpl. Fernández requested backups. The conclusion seemed obvious; four dead, and the foreman was missing. Was Zapata the killer? Seemed so.
From the very start the Guardia Civil didn't take the situation lightly; Zapata had been a member of the Spanish Legion for over two decades. He was trained in the use of different firearms, hand-to-hand techniques and warfare strategies. Even though he was almost sixty years old, Zapata was still in good shape, and was a feared man in Paradas. He had a reputation of never backing off from confrontations, willing to use violence if necessary. Now it seemed that for unknown reasons he had suffered some kind of violent psychotic episode, and was out there. That night an arrest warrant was issued virtually everyone in Paradas locked their doors and windows before going to sleep. Many others also made sure their hunting rifles were loaded and ready next to their beds.
The farmhouse and the lands were thoroughly searched. At Paradas, many members of the Guardia Civil (and an investigator that had come from the larger Sevilla) questioned hundreds of people, following every possible lead they could get. The four victim's last movements were minuciosly studied, but not much came out of that. Did Zapata kill them all -including his own wife- in a fit of psychotic rage? Was he hiding somewhere in the wilderness, armed and dangerous?
It would be the least expected who finally made the case move forwards.
July 25th. A 180 degree turn
From the beginning Los Galindos' case underwent a faulty investigation. Cpl. Fernández was totally inexperienced in murder cases, and was completely overwhelmed by the situation. He hadn't set a perimeter for the crime scene and allowed everyone to roam freely there (in fact, the knotter used to kill Juana Martín was moved and touched by many farm workers).
But the most strange negligence took place on the night of July 22nd; the Marquis -Los Galindos' owner at the time- slept on the main house. This was odd mostly because he rarely came over, but that night he told the Guardia Civil officers that he wanted to spend the night there; those officers who dared to object to the Marquis' wishes would get in trouble. In 1975 the Francoist regime was falling apart, but the old policies were still alive. The Marquis came from a highly decorated military family, and had plenty of friends among the higher ranks of the Guardia Civil. Nevertheless, he spent the night at Los Galindos, along with the property manager.
On the morning of July 25th Los Galindos was still being inspected -even though it was clear that many clues had been lost. The complete lack of protocol was such that Zapata's pet dog was still around there, getting in and out of the farmhouse. Someone noticed that she seemed to go back to the same spot very often. That morning she started to howl there repeatedly, which caugh everyone's attention.
Such spot was located right behind the farmhouse, next to the wall. There was a tree there, separated from the wall by a narrow space. The dog was barking and howling at a pile of hay laying afoot of the tree. The officers removed the hay. What they found left them speechless;
Lying facedown, and already very decomposed was the body of Manuel Zapata, the farmhouse's foreman and now no longer the main suspect. His skull was visibly deformed, he had died via blunt force trauma to his head. The state of decomposition left no place for doubt -he had died on July 22nd, at the latest. In fact, forensic exhamination would later confirm TWICE that he was the first one to die at the farmhouse.
Here you can see the spot where Zapata was found. After removing the hay they found his decomposing body (WARNING! GRAPHIC); https://ibb.co/jqjkTd
Equally as chilling was the message left with blood on the main gate's front wall. "Aquí mataron a cinco" ("Here five were killed"). Who did it? Did that person -presumedly the killer- paint the message very late into the previous night? Why?
Nobody could believe this last turn of events; the farmhouse had been searched thoroughly for three days, and one of the officers even urinated on that same tree on July 23rd, not noticing anything wrong with the spot. Did the real killer hide Zapata's body in the meantime only to place it there at some point during the night of July 24th without being seen?
And so, the mystery started.
Additional pictures
Drawing depicting the approximate layout of the farmhouse, and showing where did each body appear; https://ibb.co/n3f9od
Los Galindos' front gate; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/003-Los-Galindos.jpg
Los Galindos' patio. The foreman's house is in the background; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/004-Los-Galindos.jpg
The workshop; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/006-Los-Galindos.jpg
Antonio Fenet. He was the first one to arrive to Los Galindos during the fire; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/023-Los-Galindos-jornalero-Antonio-Fenet.jpg
The small dog on this pic is Manuel Zapata's pet dog. She was the only witness of what happened that afternoon at the farmhouse, only to find her owner's body three days later; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/044-Los-Galindos-perros.jpg
Gonzalo Fernández the Córdoba, the Marquis of Grañina. At the time he was the owner of Los Galindos and, unexpectedly, decided to spend the night there right after the murders; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/064-Los-Galindos-el-marques-de-Granina-y-su-esposa.jpg
"Here five were killed" message left with blood at some point during the night previous to the discovery of Zapata's body; https://enotroladodelmuro.files.wordpress.com/2015/03/galindos5.jpg
The victims
Manuel Zapata Villanueva. Aged 59, he was Los Galindos' foreman; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/081-Los-Galindos-victima-Manuel-Zapata-Villanueva.jpg
Juana Martín Macías. Aged 53. She was Zapata's wife; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/082-Los-Galindos-victima-Juana-Martin-Macias.jpg
José González Jiménez. Aged 27. Tractor operator at Los Galindos; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/083-Los-Galindos-victima-Jose-Gonzalez.jpg
Asunción Peralta Montero. Aged 34. González's wife, she had worked briefly at Los Galindos the year before during harvesting time. She was six months pregnant; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/084-Los-Galindos-victima-Asuncion-Peralta.jpg
Ramón Parrilla González. Aged 40. Tractor operator and farmhand; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/085-Los-Galindos-victima-Ramon-Parrilla.jpg
Wedding pic of José González and Asunción Peralta, seven months before their deaths; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/086-Los-Galindos-Jose-Gonzalez-y-su-esposa-Asuncion-Peralta.jpg
Ramón Parrilla with his wife and his daughter; http://criminalia.es/wp-criminalia/wp-content/gallery/casos-g/El-crimen-de-Los-Galindos/087-Los-Galindos-Ramon-Parrilla-con-su-mujer-y-una-de-sus-hijas.jpg
Sources (Spanish)
https://francispfernandez.wordpress.com/2016/10/16/el-crimen-de-los-galindos/
https://criminalia.es/asesino/el-crimen-de-los-galindos/
El Crimen de Los Galindos - book co-authored by Francisco Gil and Ramón Reig
Documentary - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BvrdEGksyac
TL;DR: At a rural farmhouse a fire ensured. When farm workers rushed to put the fire off they discovered a trail of blood. Police was called and found the foreman's wife dead by bludgeoning, the murder weapon next to her. As they managed to put the fire off they realized that what was being burnt were the bodies of a tractor operator and his pregnant wife. Another farm worker was discovered dead on the driveway, he had been shot with the foreman's hunting rifle. Since the foreman was nowhere to be found police initially suspected that he was the killer and issued an arrest warrant. However, a morning three days later the foreman's body appeared in a spot that -probably- had been looked at previously, and he was so decomposed that it was clear that he had been the first victim. That same morning a message painted with blood appeared on the farmhouse's front wall. It read "here five were killed".
Here concludes the first part. In the next writeup I'll talk about the first investigation and all the controversy that surrounded it before disident voices managed to get the victims' bodies exhumated for a second investigation in 1983. I hope I've managed to spark your interest in the case with this write-up!
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2017.10.01 04:35 VentureHacker Voy a ir a Colombia, Tengo Curiosidad Sobre La economía de la tecnología

Mi esposa es de México y soy de los Estados Unidos. Tengo curiosidad por la economía tecnológica, si es que existe, en Colombia, específicamente en Bogotá.
Soy consultor de web y data development en los EEUU. Durante toda mi carrera he tenido la oportunidad de trabajar y vivir en diferentes países, especificamente China, pero nunca he sido capaz de establecer relaciones de negocios en América Latina.
Mi experiencia al investigando la economia de tecnologia en la Ciudad de México es que los programers y developers parecen distantes y no parecen colaborar entre ellos generalmente. Parece que hay algunos muy calificados que hacen algo propio, sobre todo en Condesa, (que es una de las áreas afectadas por el terremoto recientamente), pero en realidad no se reúnen alrededor de los espacios de coworking, sino que simplemente trabajan y viven en casas de sus familias, y realmente parece que para mi tomaría mucho tiempo para construir relaciones allí porque no hay mucho...confianza tal vez? O no se...tal vez la cultura de software en CDMX es un poco nuevo todavia. Parece que la infraestructura legal de México prohíbe trabajar juntos y formar relaciones rápidamente - usted tiene que venir con una gran red preformada para hacer cualquier cosa.
Contrastando eso a China y los EEUU e incluso la India allí parece ser mucho más de una cultura de apenas comenzar a trabajar con la gente y confiando que usted resolverá cosas hacia fuera a lo largo del camino.
Entonces, ¿cómo es la cultura de los developers Colombianos? ¿Puedo tener una oportunidad de encontrar alguien que tiene interes en tener negocios si yo vengo por un día o dos? ¿O es mejor que me pase el tiempo simplemente caminando y haciendo otras cosas en Colombia?
Existen varios vínculos que he visto mencionando que Bogotá es un centro tecnológico emergente, como éste:
https://techcrunch.com/2014/11/22/an-overview-of-colombia-one-of-latin-americas-most-promising-new-tech-hubs/
OK, seguro que puede ser ... pero vale la pena pasar tiempo tratando de formar cualquier relación de negocios en ese centro? ¿O es básicamente un montón de personas que trabajan en proyectos financiados por el gobierno (por ejemplo, ir a ninguna parte) y dar palmaditas en la espalda? O algo diferente que no imagino?
Que esta pasando? Parece que muchas ciudades en todo el mundo quieren decir que son, "Silicon Valley de...X."
Aqui en el video de este sitio muestra gente jugando Ping Pong...significa que saben software tambien? ;-)
http://atomhouse.com/
Gracias por su consideracion de respuesta!
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