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  • Dear dear Mexico. What has become of you?

    Oh my dear dear Mexico. You were not always this way. I remember you were -still are- full of vivid colors, captivating scents, strong hugs, affectionate greetings, enchiladas suizas and las mañanitas and more songs late at night and children playing in the streets. What happened? What got lost along the way?

    It's very hard to understand, you know. I mean, you have what it takes to be a great country. You have a natural diversity other countries envy. You have wonderful inhabitants. You have a fascinating culture. You, my old friend, are breathtaking.

    But nowadays people only think of you based on what they hear on the news. And I am afraid to tell you it's not always nice stuff. Actually, most of the time it's very bad things. Horrific stories. The kind of stories that make people have a misconception of you. And it makes me sad. It makes me very sad to think how other people think of you. And frankly, I don't blame them.

    I know it's a hard time for you. I know I should be supporting you until all these terrible things you are going through are over. But the truth is that now I don't know if it will be over. Now I constantly find myself thinking it twice before going for a walk at night, or going to a restaurant, of even honking when I am stuck on traffic.

    But I don't want to live with fear. I refuse. What kind of life would I have anyways?

    The truth is I don't know how to help you. I hate to point out the problem knowing I don't have a solution. I am desperate. I am desperate seeing some people helpless, and some people idle. Maybe I should write them a letter instead. The problem is so complex, so many solutions spoken, so many actions taken, so few, so few people actually doing something.

    I am on my knees. Don't loose hope. Don't give up. We are on our knees. Praying. Not passive prayers. The kind of let's-change-the-world prayers. Please, please hold on.

    Of course I understand how heartbreaking it is to hear about murders so often. To see close friends and relatives become only a memory. To see the safe and comfortable life you gave for granted fade away. For I live it too, remember?

    But hold on. Look ahead to the future happier times. Don't loose hope. Strong help is on the way.
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