In front of my Hostal in Chanchomoyas...
The "Policegirls" patrolling the Central Plaza stopped to alert me-
in the nicest way possible- to be sure and wear my helmet. The Law,
you know. Let me off with a warning, some cordial conversation as
well.
You know the drill. Where are you from..where are you going...are you
alone...? I said the Police in the US are not as attractive as they
are in Chancho. They smiled, and asked if it were true cops in the US
beat up delinquents? Here, they said, there is very little
"delinquencia". I believe it.
The "Policegirls" patrolling the Central Plaza stopped to alert me-
in the nicest way possible- to be sure and wear my helmet. The Law,
you know. Let me off with a warning, some cordial conversation as
well.
You know the drill. Where are you from..where are you going...are you
alone...? I said the Police in the US are not as attractive as they
are in Chancho. They smiled, and asked if it were true cops in the US
beat up delinquents? Here, they said, there is very little
"delinquencia". I believe it.
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