Bolivia has robbed all my belongings and documents in the unholy name of Zion & Associates. I survive thanks to an American ATM-credit card that will expire in August.
Without my documents I cannot get a new one. Receiving mail and packages without identity cards is impossible. Moving out from the cheap guesthouse where I am regularly attacked is impossible. Leaving La Paz and Bolivia without documents is impossible. They check ID's at toll gates placed at the cities' access points and sometimes also along the roads.
It may not look so from the articles, but I seldom have time to even check them superficially. I write while constantly monitoring the air I breathe for gas, and surrounding people attempting to attack me. This is done after having spent a night securing myself against attacks, and after walking through predatory streets. This is done while consuming water and food demands me to be my own poison-tester. I live under constant State-sponsored terror.
After the card expires, even this horror will look as a luxurious vacation. A few days after that, I will be unable to pay the guesthouse. Surviving one night out on the violent streets of La Paz is impossible. People are killed every day here for the most worthless items.
"The choco must have something of value," they will exclaim and attack. "Choco" is a derogatory term used by Bolivians against foreigners of dark hair. Blonde foreigners are called "gringos."
In September 2012, I published 15-Day Execution Order. I won't fight my de facto execution. Yet, I want to remind Bolivia that its legal predecessor executed Aymara leader Tupac Katari in 1781, he was torn by his extremities into four pieces. Despite the government rhetoric, nothing was learned since then. Katari's last words were:
Naya saparukiw jiwayapxitata, nayxarusti waranqa, waranqanakaw kut'anixa...
You are only killing me, we will return millions!
Will Roi Tov suffer a reenactment Tupac Katari's assassination by the Andean State?