Love and Death in Caracas

How can you not love a report of violence that contains captions such as this one?

«One day, aged 19, Silva mugged a bus passenger for her jewellery. He fled on foot and caught another bus, conscious of a police patrol ahead. Seated behind him was a pretty girl. "I wanted to say something cute to her but the only thing I could think of was: 'Will you hide my revolver?'" he recalls. The girl smiled and hid it in her purse. Love was born.»

Rest of the text in the Guardian.

If this blog was still in Norwegian, I would probably have headlined it thus: «Kanakas i Caracas»