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An urbex video from this hospital: https://youtu.be/SUiTlt9e2EA

Abandoned Clinic (Die kleine Privatklinik) in Germany October 2017

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chapter ten — atemlos durch die nacht

➝ elisabeth dreaded seeing his name on her caller id, but the voice on the other end of the line told her something she was really afraid of.

➝ word count: 3,8k

➝ warnings: mentions of accident, broken bones and concussion

➝ author’s note: probably one of my favorite chapters of the nat’s version. hope you enjoy.

AUGUST, 2014

Elisabeth tried to tell herself to not do it any more.

Not once, not twice, but several times.

It got to the point where before she’d even realized what she was doing, she was typing in the same search, clicking on the same link, reading the same PR blurb, and looking at the same photos from the S-Class Coupé presentation, even though it had been almost two months.

When she browsed through the gallery, Elisabeth always ended up on the same image. It was a picture where she was positioned between her father and Toto, eyes turned to the cameras and a wide and, as she well knew, empty smile on her lips.

However, what caught her attention in the photo wasn’t the creases in the fabric of her black dress, or the fact that Niki looked totally bored, but the way Toto was looking at her in the photos.

The first time Elisabeth had seen the photos, she was convinced that it was the angle the pictures were taken from. However, as she looked closer, she couldn’t help but feel that there was something more to Toto’s expressions.

A silent admiration, maybe.

“No, it’s all in your head, Elisabeth”, she thought to herself, leaning back in her chair, eyes still fixed on your computer screen. But… What if it wasn’t? What if he still liked her? What if he still wanted to start a relationship with her?

Her mind was still reeling with questions when the sound of her phone vibrating loudly against the glass top of her desk pulled Elisabeth out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen as she picked it up and couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as she read the name on the caller ID.

“Speak of the devil”, she thought, tapping the green button to answer the call.

— Hello, Toto?

However, the voice on the other end of the line was not Toto’s.

— Liesl?

— Yes, this is she — she replied, a little suspicious.

— Thank God — a male voice she didn’t recognize sounded relieved. In the background, she could hear the sound of conversations and what sounded like an ambulance siren. It made something tighten in her chest.

— Who are you? What are you doing with Toto’s cell phone? Where is he? — Elisabeth questioned, rapid-fire, feeling her nerves start to take over.

— My name is Julian, I cycle with Toto every Wednesday. I’m calling to tell you that he had an — he hesitated for a few seconds — An accident.

She felt a knot in her throat.

“No, no… Not that”, she thought.

— Accident, what do you mean, accident? Is he okay? Is he hurt?

— I don’t have much time to explain right now, the paramedics are with him now — Julian said — But it looks like they’re going to take him to the hospital for some tests.

— Which hospital? — she asked. Without hesitation, Elisabeth stood up, taking her bag in one hand, tucking it under her arm. Then, she pulled her black coat off of the back of her chair, draping it over her forearm.

— Wait a minute — the man said, moving the phone away from his face to speak to someone who she assumed was a paramedic. Elisabeth started shuffling through papers on her desk, looking for her car keys, and realized that her hands were shaking. In her head, three words echoed. “Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay”.

— They’re taking him to Rudolfinerhaus Privatklinik — Julian replied at the same time she found the key to her Mercedes.

— Rudolfinerhaus, right — she said, slinging the strap of her bag over her shoulder — Are you on your way yet?

— Not yet, they’re still working on getting him stabilized.

— Stabilized — she repeated softly, stopping halfway to her office door — How badly is he hurt?

— I can’t say for sure, but he may have fractured something — he replied, making Elisabeth shiver.

— My God — she stammered — Well, I’m on my way.

— Okay, I’ll meet you at the hospital.

She was about to hang up when something else occurred to her.

— Julian, one last thing.

— Yes?

— Thanks for letting me know — she said quietly.

— No problem, Liesl — he replied.

She hung up a little stunned, trying to process the whole situation. However, she had no time to lose. Slipping her phone into her bag, Elisabeth walked out of the room, taking quick strides. However, as she let go of the door handle, she heard a female voice ask her a question.

— Elisabeth, are you going out?

She turned around and saw Klara, her secretary. She watched Elisabeth curiously through her square-framed glasses.

— Yes, there's an emergency I need to attend to — Elisabeth replied as she pulled her coat on.

— But… You have a meeting with Boeing executives in 20 minutes…

— Cancel it — she said, adjusting her coat sleeves — Cancel my schedule for the rest of the day. And tomorrow too, just in case.

— But — Klara tried to argue.

— It’s not up for discussion, it’s an emergency.

Her secretary nodded in resignation.

— Thank you so much, Klara — Elisabeth said to her, readjusting the strap of her bag — You’re an angel.

Without waiting for a response, she bolted down the hall, heading for the elevator. Pressing the down button, she breathed a sigh of relief as the doors opened almost immediately. A few seconds later, she was crossing the building’s garage, heading for her Mercedes.

The 20-minute drive from the hospital on the B227 seemed endless. Traffic was bad for this time of day, and not even the beautiful view of the Danube could take Elisabeth’s mind off Toto. “What could have happened? Will he be okay? Did he break anything? Will he need surgery?”, she wondered, as she followed the flow of vehicles towards the Döbling district.

In an attempt to distract herself from the questions flooding her mind, she turned on the car radio. However, when Elisabeth heard the first notes of ‘Atemlos durch die Nacht’, she couldn’t help but let out a frustrated sigh. It was one of the songs of the summer in Austria. She already knew all of the words by heart — she’d heard the song in her father’s car more times than she could count.

However, in that situation, the lyrics took on a different meaning to Elisabeth. The verses about erasing taboos and kisses that felt like tattoos on the skin made her think about that cold day in Brackley.

Elisabeth had always taken pride in not being impulsive like her brothers. While Mathias and Lukas threw themselves headlong into whatever they did, she had always been the most calculating of the three. With Toto, it was completely different. She felt like he brought out her more intense side, her more impulsive tendencies.

He brought out a side of her that would do whatever he wanted if he asked her, even jumping off a cliff.

It was just a matter of holding his hand.

Helene Fischer was singing the chorus for the second time when Elisabeth parked her car in the hospital’s parking lot. She grabbed her bag from the passenger seat and headed for the entrance to the building. The sound of her heels echoed in the lobby as she approached the reception desk where a woman, who she assumed was the receptionist, was typing something into her computer, completely engrossed in whatever she was looking at.

— Good afternoon, I would like to know if a patient has already been admitted to the hospital.

The woman looked up at her, one eyebrow raised.

— Patient’s name?

— To… Torger Wolff.

Looking back at the screen, she gave her mouse a few clicks and typed something before looking at Elisabeth again.

— He’s in the emergency room.

— And… Where is that?

The receptionist blinked, as if she was processing her question.

— Up the stairs — she replied dryly, pointing vaguely to the left.

— Thanks — Elisabeth just said, heading for the stairs.

When she reached the upper floor, her eyes spotted a blond-haired man wearing a white and black cycling suit. He looked restless as he stared at the floor, his legs swinging. “That must be him”, she thought as she approached him.

— Julian? — Elisabeth asked him, stopping in front of him. The man looked up at her, and his tense expression seemed to relax a little.

— Yeah, you must be Liesl, right?

— Yes — she replied, sitting down in the chair across from him — How is Toto doing?

— He’s been in there for about thirty minutes now. But from what paramedics said, it seems he broke his arm and has a concussion.

Her heart sank again.

— But… What happened?

— Our peloton was riding near the Jedleseer Bridge. He ran his bike over something and lost his balance — Julian explained — He was thrown forward and was knocked unconscious.

— Unconscious?

— He landed pretty hard. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t been wearing a helmet — he said, crossing his arms.

— So… You called the ambulance?

— Yes. It took him a while to come to, but when he did, he was a little confused and complaining of a lot of pain in his arm. That’s why we suspected he might have a concussion and probably broke something. So… We called the ambulance, and then you.

— Why did you call me?

Julian smiled.

— He asked us to.

She blinked, confused.

— What do you mean, he asked you to?

— Well, we needed to let someone know that Toto was going to the hospital, so after he woke up, Emil asked him who we could call and he said ‘Liesl’.

Elisabeth was speechless.

— Well, we didn’t know who Liesl was and he started mumbling something about ‘Liesl’ and ‘emergency’. Then, we connected the dots.

— I’m sorry, I don’t understand…

— You were the emergency contact in his phone.

— Emergency contact — she stammered, not believing what she’d just heard.

— Well, you were one of them. There was someone named Lili listed too, but he was asking specifically for you, so…

— So, you called me? — Elisabeth concluded, trying to hide her shock from the man in front of her.

— Exactly — Julian answered, smiling — And I’m glad you came.

— I just did what I hope someone would do for me.

— Especially if that someone is your boyfriend — he chuckled.

Elisabeth's heart leapt in her chest.

— Boyfriend?

— Yeah — Julian said — I assume you are Toto’s girlfriend, right?

She thought she was going crazy.

— No, no, no, I’m not… His girlfriend — Elisabeth said, a bit too quick with her denial.

— You aren’t? — Julian raised an eyebrow.

— No, I’m just his… Co-worker — she said, quietly. She looked to her right and noticed that a woman was quickly approaching them, a serious look on her face.

— Are you with Mr. Wolff? — she asked. Elisabeth jumped out of her seat. Her white coat was embroidered with the hospital’s logo and 'OA Dr. Pia Stergar-Brenner’. “This must be the doctor,” she thought.

— Yes — Julian replied, standing up as well.

— Is he okay? — Elisabeth asked, abruptly.

— Well, initial imaging shows that he suffered a comminuted fracture of both his distal radius and ulna, as well as a moderate concussion. He was unconscious for a few seconds. We have already performed a cranial CT to assess whether there was any further injury, bleeding or fractures. We’re still waiting on the results. Right now, he is being transferred to an inpatient room overnight for observation.

— What about his arm? — Julian asked.

— We have it splinted for now. We did a CT for that as well, and we have a radiologist and orthopedist doing a consult right now to determine if surgery will be necessary.

Elisabeth felt a massive weight lift from her shoulders, a sigh of relief escaping her lips.

— Would we be able to see him? — Julian asked.

— Yes. But I can only allow one of you to enter the room at a time.

They looked at each other.

— Her first — Julian said, before she could say anything

— But…

— Coworkers first, Liesl — Julian said as smiled at her.

— Okay, right this way, then — the doctor said, gesturing in the direction of the elevator.

The two women waited for the door to open in silence. Elisabeth was anxious. She had no idea what to expect when she saw Toto. “Is he banged up? Is he in a lot of pain? Should I have brought something for him? What would I have even brought?” she wondered, looking at the LED numbers glowing overtop of the metal door. When it slid open, her and the doctor both stepped inside. The doctor pressed the button for the 5th floor, and the doors closed.

— Is your name Liesl? — Dr. Stergar-Brenner asked, breaking the silence in the elevator.

— No, my name is Elisabeth — she replied, her voice quiet — But Toto calls me Liesl. It’s just a silly nickname.

— Ah, that makes sense — the doctor muttered.

— What makes sense?

She smiled at Elisabeth as she explained.

— Well, as a result of the concussion, he’s a little confused. Because of that, every woman he’s seen, he’s called “Liesl”.

— Oh — she said, trying not to sound so shocked — Is it normal? The confusion I mean.

— Yes, it is completely normal. By the way, we started him on some medication to help control his pain, so, in addition to the concussion, he’s not making much sense on his words, as well his reaction time may appear slower than normal. However, this is all to be expected given the severity of the impact and the medication dose, so you can rest easy.

The elevator doors opened before Elisabeth could respond. Dr. Stergar-Brenner walked ahead, turning right down the long hallway. Elisabeth followed her through a seemingly labyrinthine set of hallways, noticing a sign that indicated they were in the orthopedics wing. Her head was a whirlwind of thoughts. “Why is he calling everyone my name? Why not Aurélie’s?”, she asked herself. The doctor stopped in front of the door for room number 508.

— Before you go in, I have a request — Dr. Stergar-Brenner said — The room is a bit dark right now. The concussion is causing Mr. Wolff some photosensitivity, so, please don’t turn on the room lights if you can avoid it.

Elisabeth nodded, and the doctor smiled at her with approval. Then, she knocked on the door twice before turning the handle and stepping inside the room.

As the doctor had said, the room was dimly lit, the curtains were drawn tightly so that no ambient light came in. It took a moment for her to adjust her eyes to the darkness. However, once they did, she managed to see Toto sitting up in bed, his head propped up on a pillow, and his right arm in a splint.

— Liesl? — he asked. He sounded relieved, and like he couldn’t believe his own eyes.

— Yes, it’s me — she replied, approaching the bed. When he heard her voice, his lips curved into a smile — How are you feeling?

— I feel like someone who’s gone over the handlebars of a bicycle — he replied, making Elisabeth laugh.

— Feeling a little… Damaged?

— You could say that.

Elisabeth took her bag off of her shoulder and set it on the bedside table, sitting herself on the edge of the bed next to him, a shy smile on her lips.

— How did you know I was here? — he asked.

— You asked Julian to call me.

Toto was silent for a few seconds.

— He doesn’t have your number.

— No, but you do — she replied.

Toto continued to stare at her, obviously trying to work out how his cycling buddies had managed to get in touch with Elisabeth.

— I'm one of your emergency contacts, remember? — she finally said.

His expression lit up. He managed to connect the dots.

— Oh, yeah — he said, a small smile on his lips — You are.

— Why? — she asked.

— Why what?

— Why am I one of your emergency contacts?

Toto stared at her for a few seconds. He looked like he was trying to choose his words carefully.

— Because you are my co-worker and my business partner.

— You could have put a member of your family, someone closer to you than I am — she said, her tone uncertain — Aurélie, maybe?

— Why would I choose Aurélie to be my emergency contact? — he asked.

Elisabeth blinked.

— Because she is your girlfriend, Toto.

His expression became confused.

— But, I don’t trust her — Toto said — I trust you, Liesl.

She swallowed hard.

— You trust me?

— Yes, Liesl. I trust you completely. I trust you more than Lewis and Nico. I trust you more than I trust your father. Fuck, I think I trust you more than my own mother.

Elisabeth felt her face heat up and her heart start to race in her chest.

— But Aurélie likes you, Toto — she said in a thin voice — And I imagine she’d be worried about you, and she’d want to know that you’re in the hospital.

— I don’t like her, Liesl — Toto blurted out.

— You don’t like her?

— No. I like you.

Elisabeth felt her heart sink. She wasn’t expecting Toto to say that, especially not in that context. However, the doctor’s words came back to her mind. It was probably the pain medicine talking, not Toto.

There was a large part of her that hoped what he was saying was true. She wanted it to be true.

— You like me?

— Yes — he answered, taking her hand — I like you.

A question came to her mind. She knew she shouldn’t ask, but she needed to know.

— Why? — Elisabeth whispered.

— I like you because you are beautiful. Intelligent. Funny — Toto said, his thumb caressing the back of her hand — I like you because your eyes sparkle when you smile. They look like the Danube under the sun, but even a more beautiful blue.

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

— My eyes are not exactly blue… — Elisabeth said, in a low voice.

— They look blue to me. The most beautiful blue I've ever seen.

The heat that spread through Elisabeth's body was searing. She felt like she could melt right where she was, sitting on the edge of that hospital bed. She wanted so much more than just having him say nice things to her. Elisabeth needed his touch on her body, she needed his taste in her mouth. She needed it like she needed air to breathe.

After a moment, it was almost like she’d regained the ability to reason. She realized that she was making a move to lean her body towards him, her eyelids almost closing, her lips ready to kiss him.

“He’s not himself”, she thought, pulling away from him. Toto stared at her, obviously confused by her pulling back.

— Liesl — he muttered.

— Toto, I think you need to rest.

— No, Liesl.

— Yes, Toto.

— Please, please listen to me — he said, squeezing her hand.

— Toto…

— I need you, Elisabeth.

— You don’t know what you’re talking about, Toto…

— Yes, I do — he said. The firm resolve in his voice almost made Elisabeth believe he was serious. Almost.

— No, you don’t — she replied, letting go of his hand and rising from the bed. She ignored Toto’s protests as she picked up her bag and slung it back over her shoulder. Heading to the door, she had her hand on the handle as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

— Liesl…

— Feel better soon, Toto.

Elisabeth left the room and closed the door. Then, leaning her head against the white wood, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to recompose herself. Her heart continued to pound against her chest, her mind in a whirlwind.

He'd said he liked her. That he needed her.

“That can’t be true”, she thought to herself, “It just can’t be”.

Toto was probably confusing her with Aurélie, that was the only answer. They liked each other, it was clear from the way they acted in public, always touching in some way, showing their affection openly. Aurélie even had an adorable nickname for him. Remembering her voice sweetly calling him mon loup — ‘my wolf’ made something churn in Elisabeth's stomach.

She would never call him that.

Bringing a hand to her face, she massaged the bridge of her nose. "Stop thinking about it, Elisabeth," she scolded herself. But how could she stop thinking about Toto comparing the blue of her eyes to the blue of the Danube River? Aurélie didn’t have blue eyes, but she did. “Maybe he was —”

— Elisabeth? — a female voice asked beside her. Looking up, she came face to face with the doctor.

— Yes?

— Is everything okay?

— Yeah, everything’s fine — she stuttered — He is doing better than I expected.

— That’s great — the doctor said, smiling — Well, I just came to talk about the results of the imaging studies we did on Mr. Wolff. Is he awake?

Elisabeth blinked.

— Yes, at least he was a minute ago. Is he going to need surgery?

— Yes. His cranial CT is clear, there is no bleeding, no fractures. But, his arm is another case. The way the bones of his arm are broken, they will require open reduction, surgical repair. They won’t heal correctly if we just put a cast on his arm, and would affect his future mobility. Also, there are some smaller bone fragments that will need to be removed. He will have a titanium plate put in with screws. It’s an incredibly common treatment for this type of fracture.

She pressed her lips together.

— When would the procedure be?

— Probably tomorrow. It should be an outpatient procedure as well, so he’d be able to go home right after, barring any postoperative complications.

— So, does that mean he would be able to travel afterward? — Elisabeth asked.

— Travel?

— He has to be in Hungary on Saturday.

Dr. Stergar-Brenner looked at her skeptically.

— Well, he can, but I don't think it would be the best idea, considering the extent of his injuries.

— Could you talk to him about this? — she asked.

— Yes, of course. But…

— He's not going to listen to me. You’re the expert, so it would be better for you to explain the situation.

— Generally wives have more influence over husbands than doctors. I say this from my own experience.

Elisabeth's heart leapt in her chest.

— Oh, I'm not his wife. I’m not his girlfriend, either. We're just — she hesitated for a few seconds — Friends.

The doctor looked skeptical again, like she didn’t believe her.

— Well, if you are just friends, we would need to contact a family member to accompany him through the procedure and take him home afterward.

— I think he told me he has a sister that lives here in Vienna. I’ll call his assistant to see if I can get in touch with her, and I’ll let her know he’s here.

— Excellent. Thank you, Elisabeth. I'll talk to him about the surgery later. Now, if you’d like to follow me back to the lobby, I’ll go get his other visitor.

She nodded, her heart heavy at the idea of leaving him there in the hospital, all alone, instead of staying by his side.

But, it wasn't her place. It never would be.

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La hazaña final de un aliado de Pablo Escobar

Die letzte Leistung eines Verbündeten von Pablo Escobar

Un viejo asociado boliviano de Pablo Escobar que pagó 27 años de prisión en Estados Unidos está de nuevo en prisión, esta vez en Perú, lo que demuestra que las viejas generaciones de narcos pueden todavía estar en el ruedo.

El último hecho en la tumultuosa historia de Jorge Roca, conocido como “Techo de Paja”, comenzó el 9 de marzo de 2021, cuando fue arrestado en Lima, Perú, como parte de una operación conjunta con autoridades norteamericanas y colombianas. Roca está acusado de liderar una organización dedicada al envío de cargamentos de droga desde Bolivia, su país natal, y Perú —donde fue arrestado— pasando por Venezuela, Brasil y México en su tránsito hacia Estados Unidos.

Pero esta no es la primera vez que Roca se enfrenta a la justicia. El historial delictivo de Techo de Paja se remonta a la época de los ochenta, cuando era considerado un pez gordo del narcotráfico por las autoridades. Junto a su tío Roberto Suárez —conocido como el “Rey de la cocaína” en Bolivia— fue señalado de proveer cargamentos de cocaína a Pablo Escobar.

En sus buenos tiempos, su fortuna le alcanzó para ser dueño de un supermercado, un club de equitación y una residencia de lujo en Santa Cruz de la Sierra, además de varias haciendas cerca de la ciudad de Beni.

Doch es ist nicht das erste Mal, dass Roca vor Gericht gestellt wird. Die kriminelle Vergangenheit von Techo de Paja reicht bis in die 1980er Jahre zurück, als er von den Behörden als Drogenhändler galt. Zusammen mit seinem Onkel Roberto Suárez – in Bolivien als „König des Kokains“ bekannt – wurde ihm vorgeworfen, Kokainlieferungen an Pablo Escobar geliefert zu haben.

In seinen guten Zeiten reichte sein Vermögen aus, um einen Supermarkt, einen Reitclub und eine Luxusresidenz in Santa Cruz de la Sierra sowie mehrere Anwesen in der Nähe der Stadt Beni zu besitzen.

En 1990 fue capturado y condenado a 35 años de prisión en Estados Unidos por narcotráfico, lavado de dinero, fraude bancario, evasión de impuestos y extorsión.

Luego de 27 años en la cárcel, regresó a Bolivia en 2018, donde se enfrentaba a otros 15 años de prisión por varios delitos. Sin embargo, poco después se fugó de una clínica privada en La Paz, y posteriormente fue dejado en libertad por las autoridades considerando que, por su edad, no tenía sentido continuar la búsqueda.

Durante dos años, Roca mantuvo un bajo perfil. En 2020, según las autoridades, retomó sus viejas andanzas y operando esta vez desde Perú, formó una nueva organización para el envío de cocaína desde el país andino hacia Estados Unidos.

1990 wurde er in den USA wegen Drogenhandels, Geldwäsche, Bankbetrugs, Steuerhinterziehung und Erpressung gefasst und zu 35 Jahren Gefängnis verurteilt.

Nach 27 Jahren Haft kehrte er 2018 nach Bolivien zurück, wo ihm wegen verschiedener Straftaten weitere 15 Jahre Haft drohten. Kurz darauf floh er jedoch aus einer Privatklinik in La Paz und wurde später von den Behörden freigelassen, da es aufgrund seines Alters keinen Sinn machte, die Suche fortzusetzen.

Zwei Jahre lang blieb Roca unauffällig. Nach Angaben der Behörden nahm er im Jahr 2020 seine alten Abenteuer wieder auf und gründete, diesmal von Peru aus, eine neue Organisation, um Kokain aus dem Andenland in die Vereinigten Staaten zu transportieren.

La cocaína que presuntamente traficaba Roca venía de laboratorios en Perú y Bolivia, cerca de la frontera con Brasil. Pero eso no era todo, según información publicada por el diario El Deber, Roca y sus aliados “habían hecho contacto con Colombia, con el 'objeto de incrementar el nivel de producción por hectárea [de cultivos de coca] para mejorar el alcaloide' y 'trasladar esa parte técnica a Bolivia'” .

Entre los otros capturados también se encuentra Omar Rojas Echeverría, exmayor de la policía de Bolivia y acusado de facilitar el uso de pistas clandestinas en la región de Beni, al norte de Bolivia.

Das mutmaßlich geschmuggelte Kokain Roca stammte aus Labors in Peru und Bolivien, nahe der Grenze zu Brasilien. Aber das war noch nicht alles, denn laut Informationen der Zeitung El Deber hatten Roca und seine Verbündeten „Kontakt mit Kolumbien aufgenommen, mit dem Ziel, die Produktion pro Hektar [der Koka-Pflanzen] zu steigern, um das Alkaloid zu verbessern“ und ‚Verlegen Sie diesen technischen Teil nach Bolivien.‘“

Unter den anderen Festgenommenen befindet sich auch Omar Rojas Echeverría, ehemaliger Major der bolivianischen Polizei, dem vorgeworfen wird, die Verwendung geheimer Hinweise in der Region Beni im Norden Boliviens erleichtert zu haben.

El caso de Roca ilustra cómo algunos narcotraficantes logran revivir sus negocios ilegales, a pesar de haber pasado décadas en prisión, valiéndose de su pasado criminal.

El retorno de los narcotraficantes a sus países de origen luego de pagar sus condenas en Estados Unidos ha generado especulaciones sobre su posible retorno al mundo criminal. Roca, si es condenado, sería uno de los pocos casos en los que este miedo se volvió realidad.

Roca no es el primer narco reincidente que es acusado de volver al tráfico de drogas. En Colombia, el regreso al país de narcotraficantes extraditados a Estados Unidos ha encendido las alarmas. Un informe publicado por El Tiempo en 2018 advirtió sobre el riesgo de que estos traficantes intenten reactivar sus redes criminales una vez hayan retornado al país

Rocas Fall zeigt, wie es einigen Drogenhändlern gelingt, ihre illegalen Geschäfte trotz jahrzehntelanger Haftstrafen und unter Ausnutzung ihrer kriminellen Vergangenheit wiederzubeleben.

Die Rückkehr von Drogenhändlern in ihre Herkunftsländer nach Verbüßung ihrer Strafe in den Vereinigten Staaten hat zu Spekulationen über eine mögliche Rückkehr in die kriminelle Welt geführt. Roca wäre im Falle einer Verurteilung einer der wenigen Fälle, in denen diese Befürchtung Wirklichkeit wurde.

Roca ist nicht der erste wiederholte Drogenhändler, dem vorgeworfen wird, zum Drogenhandel zurückgekehrt zu sein. In Kolumbien hat die Rückkehr von an die USA ausgelieferten Drogenhändlern in das Land Alarm ausgelöst. Ein 2018 von El Tiempo veröffentlichter Bericht warnte vor der Gefahr, dass diese Menschenhändler nach ihrer Rückkehr ins Land versuchen würden, ihre kriminellen Netzwerke zu reaktivieren.

En 2011, Víctor Patiño Fómeque estuvo en el centro de una guerra entre Los Urabeños y Los Rastrojos por el control de los bienes del Cartel de Cali. De acuerdo con información publicada por El Tiempo, Patiño Fómeque habría jugado el rol de mediador entre el Cartel de los Beltrán Leyva en México y Los Urabeños a cambio del apoyo de los últimos en su guerra contra Los Rastrojos.

En otros casos, el retorno de los viejos capos revive viejas luchas. Una ola de violencia en el departamento del Valle del Cauca, en 2015, estuvo relacionada con el regreso de varios narcos y testaferros de vieja data.

Más recientemente, el regreso del narcotraficante y exparamilitar Hernán Giraldo en enero de este año generó la misma reacción.

Im Jahr 2011 stand Víctor Patiño Fómeque im Mittelpunkt eines Krieges zwischen Los Urabeños und Los Rastrojos um die Kontrolle über die Vermögenswerte des Cali-Kartells. Nach Angaben von El Tiempo hätte Patiño Fómeque die Rolle des Vermittlers zwischen dem Beltrán-Leyva-Kartell in Mexiko und Los Urabeños gespielt, als Gegenleistung für die Unterstützung der letzteren in ihrem Krieg gegen Los Rastrojos.

In anderen Fällen lässt die Rückkehr alter Chefs alte Kämpfe wieder aufleben. Eine Welle der Gewalt im Departement Valle del Cauca im Jahr 2015 stand im Zusammenhang mit der Rückkehr mehrerer langjähriger Drogenhändler und Strohmänner.

Die Rückkehr des Drogenhändlers und ehemaligen Paramilitärs Hernán Giraldo im Januar dieses Jahres löste die gleiche Reaktion aus.

Su grupo familiar, ahora convertido en un grupo criminal conocido como “Los Pachenca”, mantiene todavía algo de control sobre el tráfico de drogas en la costa Caribe colombiana, y su retorno ha generado temor entre las comunidades de la región.

Seine Familiengruppe, inzwischen in eine kriminelle Gruppe namens „Los Pachenca“ umgewandelt, behält immer noch eine gewisse Kontrolle über den Drogenhandel an der kolumbianischen Karibikküste, und seine Rückkehr hat bei den Gemeinden in der Region Angst ausgelöst.

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Benjamin Weinthal, Iran International, 25. Juli 2023 Berichte über die Behandlung eines schwer Menschenrechte Verletzenden Iraners in einer Privatklinik in Deutschland haben scharfe Kontroversen in den iranischen und den deutschen Medien ausgelöst. Gegner der Islamischen Republik beschuldigten am Montag das Internationale Neurowissenschaftliche Institut in Hannover die Patientenakte des…

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Maler SEAK Claus Winkler: Schaffensprozess Sonntag/ Montag. Wanderung bzw eher kleine Wanderung durch die Eifel gemacht bei Regen. Ich liebe ja die Eifel. Natur, Wilde Natur, ein Land wie eine Milchprodukte Yoghurt Becher Illustration. Das wöchentliche Wandern in der Eifel nach meinem Skid Row jedes Wochenende Afterhour feiern 2009 ( kein Alk, dafür jedes Wochenende 3 Tage Wach) kennengelernt. Zum Ausgleich zum nur Atelier malen inspirierte mich mit Öl Farben anzufangen. Die Eifel als Heimat, Heile welt, Alte Häuser Schönheitsideal Ersatz. Als Ersatz Ostpreußen, Hilfsbayern, Not-Österreich, EiserneRation Schweiz, Westfalenland-Substitut. Freitags bei der Zahnreinigung gewesen & circa 112,X Euro investiert. Hatte zwischen meinen Zähnen ganze Wand soviel Zahnstein ist dort gewesen. Privatklinik. Kann Mir sowas garnicht leisten. Witzig Wie sich im Subtext von Marken, auf der implizit Marketing Ebene Zahnärzte, Gastronomen, Privatbanken, Makler, Etc auf Reiche Konsumenten von teuerem Südamerikanischen Knoblauch Papageien Futter spezialisieren. Da haben Sie was gemeinsam mit den ganzen Triggern und Bedeutungen bei mir im Namen. Hab gleich Witzchen gemacht, & voll Gas drauflos geplappert. Meinem Autismus Freilauf gelassen. Die Frauen lieben es. Ich quatschen da allerdings immer weiter damit das Interesse wieder abflaut. Muss mein Beute schema optimieren. Habe auch gerade 2990 Photos mit Screenshot Damen von Instagram, meine Mönchs Modus Selbst Entspannungsübung Photo Sammlung gelöscht. Ich werde mir angewöhnen nur zu Damen zu entspannen welchen bei aller Body Count Tinderella/ Insta 2. Account slxt Optionen Kinder großziehen zu zu trauen ist. Prinzip: Sie ist in Beziehung mit mir, Ich bin Single. Ich werde mal recherchieren, hatte Sich mein Urgroßvater sein erstes Eisernes Kreuz bei der Schlacht von Tannenberg verdient? Das wäre ja in der Nähe vom Hof meiner Großmutter gewesen? #SEAK #ClausWinkler #SEAKClausWinkler #paintingoftheday #artcollection #Artnews #artworld #insidecollectorhomes #artinfocus #collectorcrib #artfulhome #artlife #modernart #studio #atelier #bildendeKunst #selectedwork #selectedworks #artcollector #artmagzine #dailyart #zeitgenössischeKunst (hier: Eifel National Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoUTtxCI_Vs/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Hier ein weiteres schönes Foto nach einer ästhetischen Brustvergrößerung [Operateur Dr. Daniel Talanow]. Auf unserem Pinterest-Kanal (Link über unsere Homepage) finden Sie noch viele weitere Beispielfotos nach plastisch-chirurgischen Eingriffen. e-sthetic® | Ihre bekannte Privatklinik für Ästhetische Brustchirurgie in Essen & NRW | Fon: +49 (0) 201 857 879 80 • • • • • #brustvergrößerung #privatklinik #schönheitsklinik #ästhetischechirurgie #plastischechirurgie #brustvergroesserung #esthetic #schönheitschirurgie #brustspezialist #brustexperte #beautydoc #nachherfoto #vorhernachher #talanow #h&m #büstenhalter #bhmitbügel #drtalanow #breastsurgeon #breastaugmentation #nachher #vorhernachher #bh #topklinik #silikonimplantate #brustimplantate #bruststraffung #brustverkleinerung #hm #ergebnisse (hier: Essen, Nordrhein-Westfalen) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co9_5F1K_3r/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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An urbex video from this hospital: https://youtu.be/SUiTlt9e2EA

Abandoned Clinic (Die kleine Privatklinik) in Germany October 2017

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Vom Kosovo bis nach Berlin

Drogen- und Organhandel, Kriegsverbrechen, Rechtsradikale, Reichsbürger, ein Gangster der ins Filmgeschäft einsteigen will und im Zentrum des Ganzen ein Ermittler mit ziemlich ungewöhnlichen Methoden. Man könnte meinen, dass ist ein bisschen viel für einen Krimi, doch Clemens Murath schafft es in seinem neuen Krimi Der Bunker (erschienen im August 2022 bei Heyne Hardcore) all diese Elemente zu einem scheinbar unentwirrbaren Geflecht aus Lügen, Gewalt und Angst zu verknüpfen. Der Roman ist nach Der Libanese der zweite Band der Reihe um den Ermittler Frank Bosman.

Der Bunker ist auf jeden Fall einer der komplexesten, aber auch durchdachtesten Krimis, die ich in der letzten Zeit gelesen habe. Die Vielzahl der Handlungselemente, Motive, Orte und Figuren verlangen vom Leser die volle Aufmerksamkeit. Doch es fällt nicht schwer, sich vom Roman mitreißen zu lassen, da die Ermittlungen schnell an Fahrt aufnehmen und Ermittler Frank Bosman ziemlich ungewöhnliche Taktiken anwendet, um Ergebnisse zu erzielen. Gemeinsam mit der UN-Sonderermittlerin Elaine Szolnay will er den ehemaligen Warlord Remi Ekrem wegen seiner Kriegsverbrechen und Drogenhandels zur Strecke bringen. Doch je tiefer die Ermittler graben, desto komplexer wird der Fall. Plötzlich führen die Spuren zu einer Berliner Privatklinik, die im Verdacht steht, mit Organen zu handeln und schließlich auch zu einer Gruppe Rechtsradikaler, die Jagd auf Flüchtlinge macht und sie in einen Bunker sperrt, der auf dem Privatbesitz eines Reichsbürgers liegt. Zwischen Berlin und dem Kosovo beginnt eine rasante Verfolgungsjagd, die für Bosman sehr schnell persönlich und sehr gefährlich wird.

Neben der komplexen Handlung mit einem perfekten Spannungsbogen ist auch die Figurengestaltung sehr gelungen. Zum einen wird multiperspektivisch sowohl aus Sicht der Ermittler als auch der Verbrecher und anderer Beteiligter erzählt, zum anderen sind die Protagonisten nicht zweidimensional in gut und böse eingeteilt, sondern jeder Charakter hat mehrere Seiten. Besonders die Schuldigen und Verbrecher werden auch von einer menschlichen Seite gezeigt, so dass ihr Verhalten zumindest zum Teil nachvollziehbar wird.

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Kada se gubitak sluha dogodi iznenada, šta ga je izazvalo? Kako se može lečiti oštećenje sluha? Moguće terapijske opcije uključuju uklanjanje ušnog voska, lečenje upale uha, hirurške procedure posebno za konduktivni i mešoviti gubitak sluha, slušne aparate i kohlearne implante za gluve i skoro gluve osobe, kažu lekari iz klinike Wiener Privatklinik u Beču.

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