“Cabelo do Cão” was launched in Juazeiro 13 years after the murder of the “Owner of Banco do Brasil”

The writer of a barbaric crime that had great repercussions in Juazeiro do Norte and in the Cariri region is now at large: Evandro Rogério dos Santos, 45, better known as “Cabelo do Cão”. In the early hours of March 31, 2009, tramp Geraldo Alves da Silva was killed by throwing a huge stone at the victim’s head while he slept in front of a Bank of Brazil branch.

He was arrested and actually charged on the day the crime was committed, but in a fault by the prison system, he ended up leaving the public prison in Juazeiro. The dog’s hair was recovered while playing a carnival on February 14, 2010 in the municipality of Poção (PE). On July 26, 2012, he was tried by the jury’s Judgment Board and sentenced to 29 years in prison. Giraldo used to say that he owned Banco do Brasil and had mental problems like the accused.

He was a man well known and loved by BB clients, spending most of the time going out to eat, cleaning, and pulling his cigarette. The Hare of the Dog trial lasted eight hours and he ended up being convicted of three murders. When he was arrested, he said that he had a quarrel with some taxi drivers in Praca Padre Cicero and that he wanted to kill someone, revealing that he had killed his ex-wife in Pernambuco.

Here is a story that Demontier Tenorio wrote when he completed one year after Geraldo’s murder:

The cold wind blows stronger at dawn and hits Giraldo’s face. He raised his hand, opened the quilt and covered it, even because sleep was already knocking on his door. At that moment, the “Owner of Banco do Brasil” stopped looking at the movement in front of his “branch” to answer the call in the name of a peaceful sleep as was the previous rule. Don’t worry about not having a roof while many are in the comfort of their homes and families. It seems that possessions were never his goal.

Giraldo was pleased to be there, leaning on his “heritage,” watching people pass by and puffing his cigarette, as he had just done the last time. Before throwing the filter in the middle of the street, he still had one last greeting of a man asking about the freezing cold and he replies, “Don’t worry, brother. The blanket is fine.” It was the end of a rainy month in 2009 and the breeze insisted not to stop.

Dawn surrenders to complete silence and Giraldo dives with him, not imagining that these will be the last moments of his life. The next day, he was no longer on his feet to welcome, as he had always done, his “customers” to the branch’s ATM segment. Amid the rush of everyday life, there was little praise for Giraldo. A demeanor that differed from the quiet of the nights when many stopped and spent their prose moments with that man.

At that point someone had already secured him food and took a shower, puffed his cigarette and watched the hours go by for another night’s sleep. As soon as the movement stopped, Giraldo went in search of the comforter, lay down in front of the door and spread it on his body. This man was tired for another day of “work” and it didn’t take long for him to get a deep sleep. But Giraldo did not imagine that the evil of the streets would come with him.

With determined steps, another man who lives wanders the central streets of Jozero approaches. He lacked a weapon, but had a violent instinct for someone who wanted to kill someone. Seeing Giraldo covered from head to toe, that 33-year-old boy, disheveled, rough and intoxicated, elected him as if he no longer had the right to live. It did not take long for the revolver to appear, since, almost to the side, a concrete stone guarded the water log in the garden below the access ramp.

The killer does not think twice and takes the tablet in his arms. In the coldest, most absurd gesture, he aimed at poor Geraldo’s head, raised the stone a little higher so that the effect would be greater, and let go. Quietly someone who did no harm to anyone, receives the fatal blow and takes his last breath after a collision so strong that he raised his legs as if he still wanted to know what was going on around him or run to escape death.

As the funeral procession with thousands of cars, motorbikes, bikes and people head towards the cemetery, here comes the idea of ​​the last pass in front of Banco do Brasil with the body of that simple man who won the honor that made him social as if he was really the owner of the bank. Out of the windows, and a hail of petals, and on the slope, where Geraldo slept and that dawn was killed, the staff did not hide their tears and let them roll on their faces in moments of great sadness and rebellion.

Meanwhile, the questions did not stop: “Who would have done this to such a welcoming and honest man?”. Within a few hours, the police gave the answer: “Evandro Rogério dos Santos, also known as Cabelo do Cão“.

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