part3 i was lost -- there were rows and rows of detainees and more being marched hands over head in a line -- clusters of women with small children and elderly trickled out unescorted and were shown to waiting buses-- i had been handed over to a plains clothes policeman who finally found my digital photo camera -- the idea of losing another camera in one day put me in a panic -- i told him just to take the card out and give me back the camera again and again -- he went through every little pocket and had all these scraps of paper i had forgot to throw away with phone numbers and addresses of people who had nothing to do with anything and put my passport and my camera in a separate plastic bag with these things -- i kept asking if he could cut off the plastic cuffs and replace them -- he just wandered away with my bag after placing a guard right over my head -- a couple dogs were on the lose and one came close and he kicked it -- the militarty police kept yelling insults and kicking people who were sitting on the ground -- the pain in my back was making it hard to sit but if i relaxed at all it would push on my hands andthe pain would shoot into me -- the hard brazilian sun was beating down and i was sweating hard -- i looked up and there was a local companero from indymedia pointing at me -- he wasnt even in cuffs -- they came over and he started explaining we were together -- what an incredible relief -- i wasnt alone -- soon another was discovered -- his video camera had also been stolen -- they cut off my cuffs and my whole body sighed -- we were separated from the mob scene and placed in neutral territory baking in the sun between the prisoners and a tent where the hard core military police were in the shade celebrating their victory -- they would come marching out in formation singing songs -- it was twisted i looked in some of their eyes and there was just darkness -- it was like they had no souls, cold hard steel killers-- i saw other undercover police with a computer and some really young ones getting into a car -- there was a lot of talk of infiltration the days before -- time crawled -- eventually we were placed on a bus with all the other prisoners -- i coulnt figure out which was worse for us, being isolated or lost in the herd -- but with the other imcistas i was calmed -- at the police station it was mayhem -- paperwork took forever -- we were led to an area turned into a medical station -- there were pools of blood on the floor starting to turn black at the edges -- people were getting stiches for head wounds -- i saw a guy with bandages all over his head caked in blood -- he described a bullet passing through his scalp -- he was refusing more medical treatment --- he looked scared -- there was movement everywhere and every available space was utilized with scores of prisoners -- it was a much more mellow scene -- there was a journalist who spoke english and i told her i was beaten and they stole my camera but no one say it on the news -- i got a medical check and slowly slowly we made our way to the federal police -- i was the only foreigner -- as we drove out there were other imcistas outside trying tofigure out were we were off to -- there were crowds of young people who had gone to school that day and were gloomily waiting for their parents -- looking at them they could be from anywhere, any class and country, all clean and in their nice clothes with book bags -- we sped away -- at the federal police the snails pace continued as they argued about my visa -- i had a tourist vias but they said i was working as a journalist -- we explained that my work with the imc was completely unpaid -- they said they were going to cut me loose with a court date in june -- ok -- then they wanted to go copy all the photos in my camera -- this took about 3 hours and suddenly i was buzing away out of there and ready to pass out ---- so many stories to tell -- i only have written about what i saw so far but now i need to write about the witness accounts -- people said they saw bodies being dragged to the water wells and dumped, they saw bodies thrown into burning buildings -- no one knew how many were still missing -- all night there were military ambulances leaving the encampment -- all night imc volunteers were at the hospitals and these ambulances never arrived -- a massive orchestrated coverup was underway while i collapsed that night -- people working in the hospitals were afraid to talk with us -- they were already bulldozing houses -- in the jail so called leaders were being selectivle pulled into special holding for interogation -- children still looking for their parents -- streams of refugees -- there was no government plan what to do with these people -- the next morning there was a gathering called for at the catholic church -- i asked if the police would be there waiting and a friend said never, after what happened the day before, this was the center of the city -- there was a sound system and people scattered everywhere in and out of the church sleeping -- most of them didnt even have a change of clothes -- i talked to many who had their money, their identification and their cell phones stolen -- everyone was hungry -- was takijng pictures and say a gathering near the alter and it looked like they were distributing food -- i walked up and there were two open caskets -- it was more than i could handle -- they were floating in pools of flowers and surrounded by loved ones crying -- little children didnt seems to understand -- one had pictures of he and his wife, hisnew home in the encampment, them on a vacation -- so proud and full of life -- the other had strange marks on his hand and everyone told me they were the initals of the policeman who killed him -- some kind of weird trophey marking -- i was spilling out and dizzy i stumbled away and cried -- they could have been anyone, they could have been me -- the police said they died shooting eachother and the corporate media repeated it unquestioned -- the two official deaths -- outside there was a huge line waiting to report missing people -- their faces -- i turned away -- there was some distribution of clothing and soap and bread but it was a mad house people pushing and desperate clutching babies -- i went with a friend who said she was getting food at the market for the church kitchen -- i went to a safe house to rest a while and people came running in to tell me about the attack -- undercover police had infiltrated the rally that started at the church and had grabbed on of the so called leaders to arrest him -- the people werent having it and started to fight for their companero -- the undercovers pulled out their guns shooting in the air and were barely able to flee the scene running into a forming block of military police who were suspiciously near by in large numbers -- the community was there for a funeral -- despite the gunplay they assembled for a march carrying the caskets to a huge park then buses took them to the cemetary -- after the funeral the buses went to the mayors office and everyone camped out for hours -- a storm was brewing black clouds in the distance and the wind kicked hard -- there were different proposals on the loudspeaker and people decided to go to two gymnasiums set aside for housing -- what a dark night to be continued...