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Hours before taking his life in a cell of Policarabobo, the Venezuelan champion, was sorry they had left that it only before his situation. In an interview granted to the National he recognized that he was drugged when the death of his wife took place. When asking him for his immediate future, he expressed fears for the first time. “Now yes that I f**ked myself. No longer I will be able to return to see daughter”, Valero.
Here's the translation.
19 de abril 2010 | 08:08 pm - Javier Ignacio Mayorca
Boxeador Edwin "Inca" Valero | AP
In the farthest corner of the carabobo police headquarters, world lightweight champ edwin valero started to feel depressed.
The effect of the ******* mixed with alcohol was wanning, leaving in its place the hangover, a sensation he's familiar with.
He's a dangerous detainee, the officials guarding him warned. The man stick his arms out of the bars from the cell he has for himself alone.
He was stripped of the national soccer team jersey he was wearing in the morning, when he arrived because he wasn't wearing a shirt. The tatoos he used to show in the ring were visible, when fortune smiled to him, religion and patriotism written in his chest and arms.
In the next cell, the leader of the prisoners hit the door to call his attention: "Edwin my love, here I have a little juice can for you when you want it" Valero didn't show a reaction, on the contrary, his first words were a petition, the boxer didn't want any privileges, he wanted to be with the rest of the prisoners.
I feel lonely, i need to talk with somebody" he expressed.
The boxers memory hasn't recovered yet, there are numerous blurry spots and contradictions in his story. He remembers driving out of el vigia, in the state of merida, with his wife, Jennifer Carolina Viera Finol, 24 years old.
"I was going to Cuba for a rehab treatment, but i didn't have a passport, I lost it. So we were going to spend time in La Guaira until they issue another, the flight was gonna be yesterday" he explained.
Valero was driving a blue toyota land cruiser, license plates IAP900. He said the relationship with his wife was getting better. That she wanted to help him to recover from his addiction to drugs.
"We left by the Paramo way, since then I was drinking vodka, I drank and drank, suddenly I realized somebody was following us, it was around 10:30 pm, I accelerated until we got to a police post on the highway, and I told a seargeant that somebody wanted to rob or kidnap us, I cant remember well which police post it was. After some time there, the officer told us to go to intercontinental hotel, I came to Valencia because they wanted to kidnap us" he said.
Valero said he paid cash for the room. While he was booking the room, he was watching the people who was around him, in the hotel lobby. "there was a woman that was leaning on a couch watching my wife with fixed eyes, another man also greeted her" he indicated.
Upstairs in room 624, Valero ingested more alcohol and *******, until he lost the sense of time and space. His story was interrupted there, in bed with his woman. "I went to bed with her and when I woke up my wife was already dead" he said, covered with blood
In his cell, the boxer remembers going down to the hotel lobby, there he talked with a security employee, he notified what happened in his room.
Valero, however, still doesnt know with certainty if he's responsible of his wifes death.
He remember that when he woke up he was covered in blood, and that he went down to the lobby to notify the clerk. Upon being asked whats his immediate future, Valero expressed his fears for the first time. "Now I'm f**ked. I wont see my daughter again" he said.
when asked if he wanted somebody to be called, the champion showed indifference" I cant count on my family in this moment. I think they will know from the press. They told me everybody knows about this. Now, if you can, please call my manager, segundo lujano. he should come" he said.
Time passed, it was 4:00 pm and his manager wasn't there yet. In the boxers mind a conspiracy is taking shape, a conspiracy to incriminate him in a crime he doesn't admit.
In the other cell, the prisoners hit the door again: "Valero, we don't care, you're the best."
Here's the translation.
19 de abril 2010 | 08:08 pm - Javier Ignacio Mayorca
Boxeador Edwin "Inca" Valero | AP
In the farthest corner of the carabobo police headquarters, world lightweight champ edwin valero started to feel depressed.
The effect of the ******* mixed with alcohol was wanning, leaving in its place the hangover, a sensation he's familiar with.
He's a dangerous detainee, the officials guarding him warned. The man stick his arms out of the bars from the cell he has for himself alone.
He was stripped of the national soccer team jersey he was wearing in the morning, when he arrived because he wasn't wearing a shirt. The tatoos he used to show in the ring were visible, when fortune smiled to him, religion and patriotism written in his chest and arms.
In the next cell, the leader of the prisoners hit the door to call his attention: "Edwin my love, here I have a little juice can for you when you want it" Valero didn't show a reaction, on the contrary, his first words were a petition, the boxer didn't want any privileges, he wanted to be with the rest of the prisoners.
I feel lonely, i need to talk with somebody" he expressed.
The boxers memory hasn't recovered yet, there are numerous blurry spots and contradictions in his story. He remembers driving out of el vigia, in the state of merida, with his wife, Jennifer Carolina Viera Finol, 24 years old.
"I was going to Cuba for a rehab treatment, but i didn't have a passport, I lost it. So we were going to spend time in La Guaira until they issue another, the flight was gonna be yesterday" he explained.
Valero was driving a blue toyota land cruiser, license plates IAP900. He said the relationship with his wife was getting better. That she wanted to help him to recover from his addiction to drugs.
"We left by the Paramo way, since then I was drinking vodka, I drank and drank, suddenly I realized somebody was following us, it was around 10:30 pm, I accelerated until we got to a police post on the highway, and I told a seargeant that somebody wanted to rob or kidnap us, I cant remember well which police post it was. After some time there, the officer told us to go to intercontinental hotel, I came to Valencia because they wanted to kidnap us" he said.
Valero said he paid cash for the room. While he was booking the room, he was watching the people who was around him, in the hotel lobby. "there was a woman that was leaning on a couch watching my wife with fixed eyes, another man also greeted her" he indicated.
Upstairs in room 624, Valero ingested more alcohol and *******, until he lost the sense of time and space. His story was interrupted there, in bed with his woman. "I went to bed with her and when I woke up my wife was already dead" he said, covered with blood
In his cell, the boxer remembers going down to the hotel lobby, there he talked with a security employee, he notified what happened in his room.
Valero, however, still doesnt know with certainty if he's responsible of his wifes death.
He remember that when he woke up he was covered in blood, and that he went down to the lobby to notify the clerk. Upon being asked whats his immediate future, Valero expressed his fears for the first time. "Now I'm f**ked. I wont see my daughter again" he said.
when asked if he wanted somebody to be called, the champion showed indifference" I cant count on my family in this moment. I think they will know from the press. They told me everybody knows about this. Now, if you can, please call my manager, segundo lujano. he should come" he said.
Time passed, it was 4:00 pm and his manager wasn't there yet. In the boxers mind a conspiracy is taking shape, a conspiracy to incriminate him in a crime he doesn't admit.
In the other cell, the prisoners hit the door again: "Valero, we don't care, you're the best."
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