Suddenly, Maria broke loose from the group at our workday, and she started running up the dirt road toward the school some distance away. In about an hour she came walking back hot and sweaty. What happened? She got a phone call that they had kidnapped her daughter from school and were holding her for ransom.
Maria returned from the school relieved, her little daughter was there. It was a scam. Tijuana is getting more scam calls such as these. Hurtful scams that too often pay off. As the economy continues to fall, more and more of these scams are being created. Two uniformed men appear at the door claiming to be from the Government. They ask for permission to enter and fumigate the house. Their uniforms and papers appear to be authentic. Once inside they rob the house. The media soft peddles the growing kidnappings and shootings in Tijuana for fear of hurting tourism.
The little SUV saved the day!
Boy has it been hot these past weeks! We decided to buy all the kids little Ice Creams from Jorge the school Ice Cream man.. A picture made in heaven because Jorge needed the business and the kids as usual were hot and hungry so he pushed his little Ice Cream cart a half mile over to Barrio Gardenia where we were working. (The same place the scam above took place.)
At the end of our workday I paid Jorge for his ice cream “ministry” Lots of children and adults. Eyes always watching. Chibo and her drugged up boy friend were watching too ... watching me pay Jorge.
Fortunately little ears are always listening. Two boys heard Chibo and her boyfriend mention that they were planning to rob Jorge as he pushed his cart back through the canyon. When you’re drugged up you don’t speak too quietly. The little ears heard the plans ... the little ears told us.
As Gringos this put us in a bad spot. We can’t interfere with Barrios, we can’t get involved with the police and we can’t let Jorge be robbed. After some thinking a plan emerged.
Fortunately someone noted that Jorge’s Ice Cream cart, if dissembled probably would fit in Joyce’s little SUV ... that way we could drive Jorge and his cart past the robbers as they waited. They had no guns ... only a knife and sharp machete.
And so it was! The incident caused us forty-five additional minutes ... but Jorge, the Ice Cream man, was home and really relived. Chibo and her “malandro” friend had to get their “hits” some other way.
The following week two young men were abducted and killed in the Barrio next door. Leaving a widow and three little kids. A shot in the head and you immediately have a widow and three kids. We're helping her on this one.
Like the Amazon jungle I’ve spent so much time in ... there are always eyes watching! To strangers that world looks peaceful but to those who know, it’s anything but peaceful; it’s full of dangerous surprises. Day or night our jungle is dangerous; at night raise the danger level 100%
Just a reminder to send your prayers our way!
