Friday, January 16, 2009

Thieves Steal a Beach

Thieves in Jamaica have embarrassed police and triggered a political row by stealing a beach - and making a clean getaway.

Hundreds of tonnes of white sand vanished from a planned resort on the island's north coast in July but three months later there is no sign of suspects nor sand.

An estimated 500 truck-loads of sand were removed from the Coral Spring beach in Trelawny and were believed to have been sold to rival resorts, a hefty logistical feat which has stumped police.

"It's a very complex investigation because it involves so many aspects," Mark Shields, the deputy commissioner for crime at the Jamaica Constabulary Force, told the BBC.

"You've got the receivers of the stolen sand, or what we believe to be the sand. The trucks themselves, the organizers and, of course, there is some suspicion that some police were in collusion with the movers of the sand."

A lot of sand is used in unregulated home-building across the Caribbean island but the scale and organisation behind the Trelawny heist - amounting to 400m (1,300ft) of strand - raised suspicions that hotels may have been involved.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Through The Dog's Eyes


I was in some kind of dump site. All I could smell was death. Now I remember what happened. The fat man, who always smelled like fast food and sweat, put me in some kind of ring where I could smell the blood of other dogs. Dogs and humans. They let some kind of other dog out of the other side. That was when the yelling started, it startled the other dog. He lifted his head up. His first and last mistake. I remember tasting blood as my teeth sank into his throat. The fat man was smiling when he stepped into the ring with the muzzle. No. I was not going back to the cage. He knelt to put the muzzle on. I went for his throat.
They thought that I was dead, Lucky me. I didn't know where I was or where they were, Lucky them.