Assassination de Danilo Anderson-

Following the assassination, the Venezuelan authorities mounted a high-level investigation which within several days identified ex-police agents Otoniel and Rolando Guevara as involved in the plot. They were arrested on 26 November 2004 and charged with homicide.The same day the Guevara brothers were arrested two other suspects in the case, lawyer Antonio Lopez Castillo and, another former police agent, Juan Carlos Sanchez, were shot dead by investigating officers in separate incidents; both were said to have opened fire on the police. A police search of the home of Lopez Castillo revealed a small arsenal of weapons, ammunition and military equipment.

Subsequently, the investigation widened in search of the organizers and planners of the murder. By August 2005 the Venezuelan authorities had detained Giovani José Vásquez De Armas, a self-confessed former member of the Autodefensas Unidas de Colombia (AUC), the Colombian right-wing paramilitary organization. In sworn testimony given on August 29, 2005, Vásquez de Armas declared that he had participated in two meetings to plan attacks against members of the Venezuelan government. He alleged that participants in the second meeting decided to target Danilo Anderson. After that second meeting Vásquez de Armas said he collected 12kg of C4 plastic explosive in Panama and transported it to Venezuela. On the basis of his testimony, warrants were issued for the arrest of leading journalist Patricia Poleo, banker Nelson Mezerhane, retired general Eugenio Áñez Núñez and Salvador Romaní, as the "intellectual authors" of the assassination. Mezzerane, Áñez and Romaní turned themselves in and were granted bail in December 2005. Poleo did not present herself to the authorities; she was interviewed on a TV show in Peru in January 2006.

My routine.

To go to classes.

 

To go to the dentist.

 

 

To do purchases to the supermarket.

 

To go to the lounge of beauty.

 

Go shopping.

 

To be going to pay the receipt of light.

 

To be going to pay Directv.

 

A video to think. The land in consultation.

Pollution in Maracaibo.

Petroleum spillages. 

The petroleum spillages are accidents that eventually happen for human faults, for problems of mantenimientode the equipments or of the systems, for problems with the noses, units cisterns (gondolas) for breaks of pipelines, etc. But they can manage to be controlled by a personnel qualified in the area of control and prevention of losses. Eventually 2 happen ó 3 spillages and a minimal quantity of accidents a year in the company of " Oils of Venezuela " (PDVSA) in his different localities and his different productions; but it is not normal that so many accidents happen with spillages of oil and escapes of natural gas in so short space of time.

The evaluation of the levels of pollution of the air.

Associated with the presence of toxic gases, Great interest you have woken up during the last years, due to the effects undesirable that these  They generate in the alive and your material beings; seize well seize to the direct incident on the atmosphere,  Producing such alterations to him seize: reduction of visibility, rainfall and formation of  Mist, reduction of the lot radiation, alteration of the temperatures and of the distribution of  Winds.

 Anually in the atmosphere they detach worldwide to great quantity of substances  Toxic, between them 700 million tons of coal monoxide, 150 million tons  Of oxidize of nitrogen and 200 million tons of solid particles and hydrocarbons.

The smoke of tobacco can contaminate more than the vehicles diesel.

 Once compared the results, and though it could turn out to be incredible it could be verified as the smoke of tobacco it is more pollutant than that of the engine ecodiesel. In fact, the cigarettes achieved levels of concentration provoked of partíulas pollutants up to ten times major.

The Goose with the Golden Eggs. Fables.

One day a countryman going to the nest of his goose found there an egg all yellow and glittering. When he took it up it was as heavy as lead and he was going to throw it away, because he thought a trick had been played on him. But he took it home on second thoughts, and soon found that it was an egg of pure gold.

Every morning the same thing occured, and he grew rich by selling his eggs. As he grew rich he grew greedy; and thinking to get at once all the gold the goose could give, he killed it and opened it only to find nothing.

Greed often overreaches itself.

The Three Little Pigs. Story.

Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for them to leave home and seek their fortunes.

Before they left, their mother told them " Whatever you do , do it the best that you can because that's the way to get along in the world.

The first little pig built his house out of straw because it was the easiest thing to do.

The second little pig built his house out of sticks. This was a little bit stronger than a straw house.

The third little pig built his house out of bricks.

One night the big bad wolf, who dearly loved to eat fat little piggies, came along and saw the first little pig in his house of straw. He said "Let me in, Let me in, little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in!"

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said the little pig.

But of course the wolf did blow the house in and ate the first little pig.

The wolf then came to the house of sticks.

"Let me in ,Let me in little pig or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house in" "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin", said the little pig. But the wolf blew that house in too, and ate the second little pig.

The wolf then came to the house of bricks.

" Let me in , let me in" cried the wolf

"Or I'll huff and I'll puff till I blow your house in"

"Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin" said the pigs.

Well, the wolf huffed and puffed but he could not blow down that brick house.

But the wolf was a sly old wolf and he climbed up on the roof to look for a way into the brick house.

The little pig saw the wolf climb up on the roof and lit a roaring fire in the fireplace and placed on it a large kettle of water.

When the wolf finally found the hole in the chimney he crawled down and KERSPLASH right into that kettle of water and that was the end of his troubles with the big bad wolf.

The next day the little pig invited his mother over . She said "You see it is just as I told you. The way to get along in the world is to do things as well as you can." Fortunately for that little pig, he learned that lesson. And he just lived happily ever after!

Rabbit the hunter. Myth.

One day Rabbit took his bow and arrow and went hunting. He left the house where he lived with his grandmother and hopped through the forest, happy  to be out and about. Suddenly he saw huge footprints  in the track.

"Wow! Check out the size of this!" Rabbit said,  twitching his nose. He hopped into the middle of the left footprint, then took six long hops to reach the right one.

"This dude is some giant" he said out loud, talking  to himself because no one else was there. The forest  was silent. He couldn't even hear a wing flap, or a  bear breathing.

"I bet that giant's hunted everything!" said Rabbit  angrily. And sure enough, when he checked, there  wasn't anything left to hunt.

Rabbit went home to his grandmother and told her he hadn't hunted  anything for dinner because the giant had been to the forest first. She patted him on the head. "Don't worry dear. I've picked some berries. We can have them for dinner."

"I don't want stupid berries. I want to eat something I've hunted!"  Rabbit grumbled to himself. He didn't say it out loud because he didn't  want to hurt his grandmother's feelings.

The next day Rabbit got up earlier, hoping to hunt before the giant  came. No luck. Everything had gone already. "It's not fair!" cried  Rabbit, stamping his feet.

Each day Rabbit got up earlier and earlier, and each day the same thing  happened. The giant got there first.

Rabbit became angrier and angrier. "I will set a trap for the giant. And when I catch him, I'll shoot him with my bow and arrow." He strung a  net across the track to catch anyone who walked down it. Then he went  home to his grandmother, thinking "this will be the last night I have to  eat berries for dinner. Tomorrow I'll be able to go hunting."

The next morning Rabbit got up extra early and went to check on his net. "Oh no!" He wailed.

"The giant has walked right throng it and made a big  hole!" He went home and told his grandmother.  "Don't worry dear, have a berry" she said.

"I don't want any more berries" cried Rabbit "I  want to eat something I have hunted." Then he looked at his grandmother and thought for a  moment. "You know some magic. Will you make me  a special net?" he pleaded.

"Alright. If it will make you happy." She told Rabbit to go away because the magic was secret. When he came back she gave him a net as thin as a spider's web, but stronger than any net ever made.

Rabbit tied it across the track in the forest. The next morning, he got  up extra early and rushed out into the forest. He hopped round a bend in the track and skidded to a halt. There was a blinding light coming  from his magic net. It was so bright, he couldn't look at it for more than  a second. "Oh No!" he wailed. "I've captured the SUN".

"Let me out of here," roared Sun in a deep load voice that shook the forest. Rabbit fell backwards onto the track, then hopped home as fast  as he could to tell his grandmother.

"You must let Sun out of the net," said his Grandmother "Look how  dark it is everywhere." "I'm scared" said Rabbit.

"I know" answered his grandmother, "but if you don't let Sun out of the net it will always be dark. Here's a magic knife. Go and cut the net." Rabbit hopped back into the forest.

"Let me out of here" roared Sun, thrashing around  in the net with his big feet. Rabbit slowly moved  forward, his little legs shaking with fright. The closer  he got, the hotter it became. Closer and hotter,  closer and hotter.

Little legs shaking and sweat  gushing from him, Rabbit shielded his eyes and reached up to cut the net with the magic knife

Sun struggled free then jumped upwards. One of his big feet kicked Rabbit on the shoulders, almost knocking him over. The sky filled with light again and all the animals cried out in happiness.

Rabbit looked at his sore shoulders. They were scorched brown with the heat from Sun's foot - and they are still brown to this day.

The End

King Arthur. Legens.

King Arthur was a legendary British leader of the late 5th and early 6th centuries, who, according to Medieval histories and romances, led the defence of Romano-Celtic Britain against Saxon invaders in the early 6th century. The details of Arthur's story are mainly composed of folklore and literary invention, and his historical existence is debated and disputed by modern historians. The sparse historical background of Arthur is gleaned from various sources, including the Annales Cambriae, the Historia Brittonum, and the writings of Gildas. Arthur's name also occurs in early poetic sources such as Y Gododdin.

The legendary Arthur developed as a figure of international interest largely through the popularity of Geoffrey of Monmouth's fanciful and imaginative 12th-century Historia Regum Britanniae (History of the Kings of Britain). Some Welsh and Breton tales and poems relating the story of Arthur date from earlier than this work; in these works, Arthur appears either as a great warrior defending Britain from human and supernatural enemies or as a magical figure of folklore, sometimes associated with the Welsh Otherworld, Annwn. How much of Geoffrey's Historia (completed in 1138) was adapted from such earlier sources, rather than invented by Geoffrey himself, is unknown.

Although the themes, events and characters of the Arthurian legend varied widely from text to text, and there is no one canonical version, Geoffrey's version of events often served as the starting point for later stories. Geoffrey depicted Arthur as a king of Britain who defeated the Saxons and established an empire over Britain, Ireland, Iceland, Norway and Gaul. Many elements and incidents that are now an integral part of the Arthurian story appear in Geoffrey's Historia, including Arthur's father Uther Pendragon, the wizard Merlin, Arthur's wife Guinevere, the sword Excalibur, Arthur's birth at Tintagel, his final battle against Mordred at Camlann and final rest in Avalon. The 12th-century French writer Chrétien de Troyes, who added Lancelot and the Holy Grail to the story, began the genre of Arthurian romance that became a significant strand of medieval literature. In these French stories, the narrative focus often shifts from King Arthur himself to other characters, such as various Knights of the Round Table. Arthurian literature thrived during the Middle Ages but waned in the centuries that followed until it experienced a major resurgence in the 19th century. In the 21st century, the legend lives on, not only in literature but also in adaptations for theatre, film, television, comics and other media.

Bank Robbery.

The first graph: I observe in the painting that a man carreras after there being assaulted a bank.

Graph two: The policeman interrogates the man of the bank and the same one gives him his explanation of the happened.

Graph three: I observe that the man that I assault the bank weeping for this one and the police detained it.