What the Venezuelans have lived in El Salvador

Around 2 in the morning, the convoy of 22 buses, flanked by armored vehicles and police, moved out of the airport. Soldiers and police flanked 25 miles to prison, with thick patrols in every bridge and crossroads. For the few Salvadorans, it was a family landscape. But for a Venezuelan torn from America, it must have appeared dystopian: Police and soldiers for miles and miles in the wooded darkness.

The confinement center of terrorism, a Notorious prison of maximum security Known as Cecot, it is located in an old agricultural field at the foot of an ancient volcano, illuminated by the night sky. I spent a lot of time there and I know the place intimately. As we entered the aspiration courtyard, the chief of prisons was giving orders to an assembly of hundreds of guards. They told them that the Venezuelans had tried to overturn their plane, so the guards must be extremely vigilant. He said they clearly: show them that they do not have control.