Last night I was sleeping peacefully when I got a rude awakening at 2:38 A.M. Gunshots. Grenades. Automatic weapons. I waited a few seconds just to make sure I was hearing what I was hearing before I nudged Sergio. Yup, it was battle somewhere behind our house, but it was really, really close. Sergio woke up Angeles and we huddled together between the bed and inside wall for about 20 minutes.
My family and my stateside friends have told me it is time to get out of Mexico and, definitely, get out of Reynosa. If it weren't for Sergio and Angeles, I would have been gone by last summer. What am I suppose to do? Abandon them? Thanks to the strict immigration laws of the USA, they do not have visas yet. We are working on getting the visas and we want to do everything legally.
I was reading an article yesterday afternoon about a reporter who is tired of interviewing victims. http://www.borderlandbeat.com/2010/10/tired-of-interviewing-victims.html
It sounds a little cold and callous at first, but he is on the mark. If you read my last blog, it was full of anger over being threatened. Although I am not thrilled about moving, I hope the new home is in a safer area where we won't be threatened, bullied or dodging bullets.
Voy a hacer lo que me da la puta gana
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