Mexico City: not what you’d expect, but kind of
October 14th 2008 After an attempted escape from my house at 4:30 in the morning, Saturday, October 11th, I was escorted to the Zocalo by both Mexican parents, mama because she wanted to bring me and papa because he can drive. I had tried to make my break and walk with Bridgette and Jason, but I couldn’t get the door unlocked and I was called at from upstairs to “hold on and we’ll take you” in Spanish by my
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