As a native Mexican, I am aware that the socio-political situation in in my country is complex, to say the least. Your guard, like the flag, must always be raised high. Lock your doors, seal your windows, chain your bikes. Tip the man holding a bucket so he "watches your vehicle", even though everyone knows that the tip simply reduces the risk of him keying it. Keep an eye on your bag, stay skeptical. If you want to survive, don't pay too much attention to the men lurking at the darkest corners of the bar, or to the ones who smile too widely in broad daylight. Stay away from the city's perimeter, and off the roads after 2:00am. When you cross under a bridge, make sure you never look up. Make eye contact, but not too much. Maybe that was my mistake. The eye contact, that is. I looked at you for too long. I let you in.
Mexico is an insecure country, but I never expected to come home and find that everything I knew had changed. That everything was gone. Love is the most sinister kind of robbery there is. The worst part of getting a thieve is that after they clean you out, you will never get yourself back.
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