Wednesday, January 24, 2024

π™ˆπ™” π™€π™‰π˜Ύπ™Šπ™π™‰π™π™€π™ 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 π˜Ώπ˜Όπ™‰π™‚π™€π™π™Šπ™π™Ž "π™€π™Žπ˜Ύπ˜Όπ™‹π™€π™€π™Ž π™π™π™Šπ™ˆ π™‹π™π™„π™Žπ™Šπ™‰π™Ž π˜Όπ™‰π˜Ώ π™ˆπ™€π™‰π™π˜Όπ™‡ π™„π™‰π™Žπ™π™„π™π™π™π™„π™Šπ™‰π™Ž" 𝙄𝙉 π™π˜Όπ™„π™‰π™” π™ˆπ˜Όπ™π˜Όπ™ˆπ™Šπ™π™Šπ™Ž


My son dropped me off at the old bridge for my rainy walk through Matamoros Wednesday.  


My first goal was to locate Papagayos, my old lunch venue from the 60's and it was there, as it's always been, along the railroad track.


I did encounter of group of so-called asylum seekers huddled up near the bridge.  An older man at the front of the line informed me they were "todos de Nicaragua."

The group did not look like escapees from prisons and mental institutions our mentally-challenged former president has described, but more like the family units who accompanied Benjamin Rich (bald and bankrupt) on that historic trek through the Darien Gap.  

When I shouted "bienvenidos!" to the entire group, I got an animated response, but knew very well that they faced many future complications in their quest for a new, better life.
 







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