Miss Jab suppresses her anger. She has planned to cram the last few weeks of the busy season, and she’s in pain. cancellation of reservations Press by Daniel Sancho Killed and chopped up Edwin Arrieta at your beach hotel. He’s translating pages of the file with what’s written in a language he doesn’t understand. “You see? Here. And here again. And here. The name of my hotel”. He points to the photo taken by the security camera showing a couple of journalists wandering between ‘bungalows’ at three in the morning.
It’s been a week since human remains were found somewhere. Koh Phangan landfill and only those affected talk about it. In fact, no one remembers the murder that rocked this small southern island in the Gulf of Thailand last year. Asia digests misfortunes at a different rate. Every morning, an influx of passengers begins to its pier. beaches never lose their bathers and the youngest prepare for the epic debauchery of the next full moon party. The problem is as underrated here as it is in Spanish television programmes. A distant echo, a brief coffee talk.
Hotel open to the curious
The crime hotel is within a hundred yards of Miss Jab’s house. One of its wings is under construction.only workers carrying construction materials are seen and carefree walking leads to the apartment where it all happens If Humility does not prevail, it can be entered. He says the closest thing to a manager that the boss has left and no one can talk to. The fatigue of the journalists on this pilgrimage is understandable.
Two European tourists staying in the still-open wing tell what they know. They had been seeing Daniel for several days, it was impossible not to notice such bigotry on the sands, he was always inexplicably lonely. agreed on canoe shop forced other scenario compliance in the journalistic reconstruction of the crime, and they promise that Kanda will have him sign a document in which he takes responsibility for any accident. “She insisted that she only want to smoke marijuana under the moonlight,” they recall.
Miss Kanda chews her tiredness. She is one of ordinary people pushed into an exceptional situation beyond themselves. He sold chips and beer and is now dealing with journalists because a long-haired man came to his shop looking for the canoe in which he would dump the remains of the body. At first he said he didn’t want to rent it because it was dangerous to ride on that windy night, but he agreed to sell it for a thousand dollars. He later said that he did not sell it to himself either, but that Sancho took the money after depositing it on the counter.
Criminal canoe cordoned off
The signed document is incompatible with the version and that’s what I’m asking. He nods but will refuse to show it to me for 45 minutes with illogical excuses. Lie? Yes, and who can blame him? She’s a good woman who wants to avoid any connection to the murder and get back to her beers and bags of chips as soon as possible. HE the red boat stays in the sand, Only a hundred yards from the store and cordoned off with police tape, it’s closer to a piece of modern art than evidence of a crime still under investigation.
Kho Phangan police trample their burden. They’re going to get some of the investigation. An agent smoking at the door can say, say, that Daniel found Arrieta’s death threats on his cell phone and your news may go viral, but it’s more likely to come off empty. It was first welcomed with an almost anthropological interest by some local police officers unaccustomed to the global focus, even allowing live connections on-site, then externalizing the load and creating apolice station is not television. “It’s Tuesday, it’s Tuesday,” they repeat now, referring to a state police gyrfalcon’s press conference. Within three weeks, they’ll pack their conclusions and send them to the prosecutor’s office, so that if autumn goes as unannounced as summer, a trial can begin on the next destination for the journalists’ group, on the neighboring island of Koh Samui.