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<p>Vinieron por su marido. Las camionetas llegaron con estruendo los ocupantes bajaron entre gritos sus nietos jugaban en la calle ambos corrieron asustados. Eran las siete y media de la tarde. Los siguieron al menos seis hombres. Otros quedaron afuera de guardia. En el r��stico patio interior Mar��a Ord����ez s��lo pudo abrazar a los peque��os. La ��nica habitaci��n con puerta que hab��a en el interior de la casa era la de abajo. Los invasores la derribaron. Pero no hab��a nadie detr��s. Se apoderaron de una laptop una tablet una c��mara dos celulares: las herramientas de trabajo del reportero. ��l dorm��a en la planta superior. El cansancio de dos d��as de trabajo duro no permiti�� que el ruido alertara a Mois��s S��nchez. Probablemente despert�� al sentir los golpes o acaso apenas cuando lo arrastraban fuera. Abrazar a los ni��os fuerte: hasta eso alcanz�� el poder de Mar��a. Con sus nietos mir�� c��mo se llevaban al abuelo.</p><p><strong>The Truth Can't be Killed</strong></p><p>They came for her husband. The trucks arrived with a crash the occupants came down screaming their grandchildren played in the street both ran scared. It was seven thirty in the afternoon. They were followed by at least six men. Others stayed outside on duty. In the rustic interior courtyard Mar��a Ord����ez could only hug the little ones. The only room with a door inside the house was the one below. The invaders tore her down. But there was no one behind. They seized a laptop a tablet a camera two cell phones: the reporter's work tools. He slept on the top floor. The fatigue of two days of hard work did not allow the noise to alert Mois��s S��nchez. He probably woke up when he felt the blows or perhaps just when they dragged him out. Embrace children strong: until that reached the power of Mary. With his grandchildren he watched how they took the grandfather.</p>