I guess better times, I imagine a Mexico where you can live without fear, where you can go out at midnight with the confidence that you leave your room to the kitchen to drink a glass of water ... that can happen? What are you afraid one of your brothers, not happening ... jajajajaja many times not applied it to my kid brother scaring midnight hahaha. That could leave open or leave your car with your best gadgets several with brick facades and the certainty that nobody is going to "fuck." But NOOOO, fucking sick mentality is human waste, infectious notion of "living" or rather ill-living, which spread to their friends and offspring in this way perpetuating and spreading the terrible social corruption we call crime.
My first years living in Manzanillo, in times when the place was little more than a few colonies of cottages by the sea. It was pure tranquility, not that I left too much or too I remember one time but that notion is me ... and stories of my parents in those days and I emphasize what they say, was an earthly paradise hehehehe, well under the heat says my mother. The promise of a more temperate climate and have made their family closer we moved to Morelia, especially my mother took part in this change and my Dad ... ps my dad met him too much to my Mother ... I had stayed in Manzanillo hehe. Morelia also honestly felt relatively safe, all primary lazy pass me by the colony and its surroundings ... and I never crossed his mind the issue of insecurity, not exist in my vocabulary the word kidnapping, extortion or theft.
But the bubble was not long in breaking: The year was 1991, I was at home with the Moi Rodriguez, Ulises and Poncho and as was customary in those days his uncles put us in competition of "Taps" that day got to see who had more lizards. Because we lent to their games? For money! because more!? With money the dog dances ... and humiliate the children. Total I won on that occasion, I gave some coins to those of Sor Juana's to 1000 pesos and suddenly in my head sounded like, "Hadou-Ken! Sho-Ryu-Ken !!!", I knew that I would spend my hard earned pocket money: in the arcades playing Street Fighter 2! Total, I go with my big smile on his face, walking in small bouncing of taste, almost juggling my booty in the air ... and then ... I remember clearly as if he had spent a few days ago ... I feel a forearm in the neck and something in the back, and before I could process what was happening I heard a voice ... "STILL WEY! or I'll nail the knife "... the following were a couple of questions where I lived followed the act of walking in the opposite direction ... get to a vacant lot and I stripped the money, my watch ... AND UP THE TENNIS! That type to say something to the effect "Is that all?" and threatened me not to move in the next 10 minutes he undertook the flight ...
not know how long I waited in total terror, then I ran to my house running, shivering and barefoot ... to come and tell my parents while I was crying like never before, not because I hurt something, because I want my money back or outside to miss my stuff, not even the fear ... piiiiinche was the courage! the COURAGE PINCHE being unable to do anything ... pa end early that day I took a little more than a tennis and a clock, I took the tranquility of walking the streets safe, they took the good faith he had in the world in general, I removed the blindfold to see all that mieeeerda society overflows in this and many other facets, and there have always been around the world with some percentage of paranoia.
Well, I have not had to deal in person with another assault with a deadly weapon, but deal with "Rats" that I fuck with the stereo that cost me so much work to fuck with you buy or wallet, etc, etc. and I must say that even ODIOOOOO with all my heart, I wish all the guts are rotting and dying very slowly y. .. and better not follow him. Besides what I have lived, I've heard many stories of other people, mainly those of the DF as it has gone from assaults, which have fallen flat stabbing or car and not seen again ... or whatever and then say that because we see the DFeños ugly.
And the situation is so screwed ... if you live in a middle-class neighborhood ... best is to have middle-class things, the net. If suddenly you do well and buy a car hell ... and your neighbors do not have cars badass ... ALREADY a number one target of envy and if someone comes to steal a car, which is going to steal? yours! If your house is bigger and better finishes than the houses around ... YA sure that your house will want to steal or worse that you say that you have more wool and more likely to suffer a kidnapping or extortion that co-inhabitants of the colony seems to be less wealthy, or Excel is not the thing good ... not in Mexico.
I am of the idea that more expensive to buy land in a good area ... very cheap one in a bad end if you do not have great financial success will build your shack in a good neighborhood, safer, more beautiful but more importantly is that your neighbors are not going to see with eyes of envy and if they fuck rob a house because it is more worthwhile than your shack ... if you do well financially, for your home will be like those around and if you draw and was lucky ps. Instead, buy your cheap land in a suburban neighborhood ... the colony is ugly, as a rule is more insecure and if the money you saved on land use it to build a house more chida ... and excel and you become the target of unwanted attention, that serves your car really cool if you're going to scratch, hit or outright stealing? that serves your home is very comfortable just like if you wanted to kidnap or extort ...
will say that it paranoia, but just happened! A friend told me that it looked like the following, and a few days ago were extorting money from his family on the phone ... that little mother ... just because he says that his house looks like people a lot of money when in fact both. My Godfather if he had his good wool, complained of the same until the best moved to the United States and said that holy remedy. Damn insecurity, impunity damn ...
That pretty serious ... if I say nothing more than pure fantasy ...
That pretty serious ... if I invented these stories ...
That pretty serious ... If Mexico was another ... rather, if we had this kind of trash in our country.
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