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This interview was kindly provided by one of our users in San Miguel de Allende
Interviewer: A lot of people have been asking, who is this strange person, Michael Wein. A lot of people see you as an enigma. Let's start with some of the small and easy stuff. Michael Wein: Well, I was born in Elizabeth NJ 60-some years ago and nothing much happened until I got to San Miguel. I: Oh, come now, ------- well anyway, how did you get here, I mean, what brought you here? M: I was looking for a new place to visit and I heard San Miguel was a university town with an art colony. Coming from NJ and NY, I pictured Princeton and Greenwich Village in my mind. So my travel agent took my money, booked the trip, and then told me that it was an 8-hour slow train trip from Mexico City to San Miguel. Floored, because I pictured a 45-minute cab ride from the airport to town, I almost told the agent to "keep the money, I'm not going". Since that trip definitely changed my life, I think it is fascinating that it almost did not happen at all. And, you might notice that I was not very good at "picturing" anything very well, certainly not what to expect here. I: And then ... M: Well, I got here (it turned out to be a much shorter deluxe bus ride in 1993 and it is even shorter now) and the first thing I found was that my hotel (Puertecita Centro) was about six horrendous uphill blocks away from el jardin (I had figured on a tiny town with a Centro-named hotel to be overlooking the center of town) and that San Miguel streets were much steeper than I imagined. A woman, Meta, that I had met at a Club Med, had arranged to meet me here - she had been here for over a month at this time and was studying Spanish - and she dragged me around town, huffing and puffing - not her - me - Meta was from Switzerland and was used to the altitude - I was from sea level Manhattan and our first evening was sort of a panting (but not the kind I was looking for) washout. The second day, after being awa kened by what I first t hought was a war zone - all those gun shots from nearby - then the returning gun shots from further away - I just stayed inside until it was over. When I peered outside to see who was dead and who had won the skirmish, truly frightened by how my stupid vacation plans were turning out, I found some people walking the streets as if nothing had happened. I did not find out until later that the gun shots were firecrackers and they were celebrating my arrival ------- you look surprised? --------- well, what else? --------- anyway, no one else seemed to know what they were really celebrating. I: So you were relieved? M: I would say so. Hemingway I'm not (actually that applies to both my writing AND my bravery). I pretty much become a wuss the second I hear gunshots. I: What happened next? M: Since Meta had to study during the day, I was left on my own, plopped down smack in the middle of a park called El Jardin. It did not take long to meet many people - surprisingly they all understood English - and before you know it I was invited to a party. Ahhhh, my chance to get to meet Mexicans. When we got to the party, I marveled at the fact that there were so few Mexicans in San Miguel. Meta, apparently somewhat smarter or maybe just more experienced with San Miguel than I, told me that the gringos hung out together and this was a gringo party. Ahh-ha, another revelation. Anyway, to shorten this interview, let's skip to the chase. On my third day here - I was later told that this was "magic day" - I decided I just might love to live here. No, I didn't buy a house like some, nor did I make a decision at that time, but I did put into my mind a plan that would get me here almost two years to the day after I made the original decision. Actually, I visited three times in between, the last time being a six month stay "just to be sure". I: But you were working in New York. Your life was in New York. How did you end that? M: It was surprisingly easy. Fickle me, someone who loved living in Manhattan, just fell in love with the really new woman in my life, Sra. Miguela de Allende. I slowly resigned all of my clients, I unhesitantly bored all the people I knew with endless tales of this new place, and I sold my mid-town co-op very near the bottom of the housing market. But I was in love and, I've heard, love conquers all. Well, it never worked quite like that in my interpersonal relationships with women, but being in love with a town, that's another thing. And so, off I went ..................... off to Mexico ............ on April 26, 1995 (and, unbeknownst to me at that time, never to return to the USA through, at least, the day of this interview). I: You ARE a strange person. M: So I keep hearing. I: What did you do about old friends? M: At first, whether I was renting or later when I owned a house, I had a guest room just in case. But, it IS a long trip -- 14 hours door to door when I myself came here from New York -- and I don't now get as many visitors as I did when I first moved here. That is the only part of New York I still miss. Friends. They say to come visit them in New York and I just don't do that. I've been known to plan a trip to New York months before the fact and as I near the time to actually do it, I just slowly lose my enthusiasm. San Miguel is my home and my heart is here. New York remains a fantastic memory and I still get excited about it from time to time as I see Manhattan as the location of so many American movies which are shown here. I: So you don't miss anything about the USA except long-lost friends? M: Yeah, well, that, and good Chinese food from almost any NY restaurant, and the NY Times delivered to my doorstep the day it comes out, and that's about it. I: How do you spend your time here? M: Strangely enough, I've pretty much given up sleeping. In all honesty, I don't need much sleep and normally sleep between midnight and 4am or so. I spend the rest of the time living my life. There are just so many things that I do that I like to do. By 5am, I am ready for the day. I exercise first thing in the morning, and then just attend to the things I have to AND want to do. There is an online newspaper about living here that I publish, the MPW Charitable Foundation and the estate planning that goes with it, my mutual fund, my house and employees, communication on all of these things to all kinds of people. Except for a mid-day break that I generally take in or around the Jardin where I sit and wait to photograph things and await other serendipitous happenings , and which time includes lunch generally by myself so I can do more reading, I work at things from morning until evening and sometimes late into the night. Although I call it work, it is enjoyable unpaid work and I love it. Actually, I wish I had more time because there is even more work I'd like to do, like sculpting, creating a Toastmasters organization, bettering my Spanish, even more reading, and more movies (I love movies) and I'd like more time just for thinking. Of course, the thinking always gets me in trouble because then there are more things to do. I: What do you like about San Miguel? M: Originally, I loved the huge availability of theatre here. I once calculated that if you counted every English language "production" in one year, including The Playreaders, The Shakespeare Readers, The Players Workshop, and all of the other groups that put on productions, there were about 60 different productions in an average year. Wow, even now that astounds me. But what I like most is that if there is anything at all that you want to do, you can do it here, as long as you are willing to create and promote it yourself. I've started things as diverse as a comedy improvisation group, a discussions group, a consciousness raising group, an investing with computers group, as well as indulging in my own private interests. I: And what do you dislike about San Miguel? M: Mostly the talking about other people by gossipy people who don't really have any idea of what and why things are being done and what motivates the people who are doing those things. This town draws unique people, unique in so many different (and generally good) ways. The key word, though is "different". Just being different should not be the core reason for such misunderstandings and the resultant gossip about people. The creativity of people in this town sometimes takes a bad turn when they create fictions about people that have no connection with reality. Years ago, when I was new in town, I heard two stories about me in one 7-day week. The stories were going around and apparently believed by some people. I wonder what these people thought, if indeed they did think, when they heard that I was gay ------- and they also heard that I had raped some woman ----- hey, give me a break, could I be that (well, I don't know what to call it) that I could be or do both in one week? I never thought I'd have to say it, but, for the record, I can unequivocally say I'm not gay AND I'm not a rapist. Other than that gossip problem, I guess most things are pretty great here. Oh, yes, there IS one more thing that gets me. As I said before, there are many creative people in this town and they come up with good suggestions every day on almost every thing. But, I don't understand why they don't do something about these ideas themselves. All executives, and no workers, will never get anything accomplished. I: And, how about you? What are you hiding? M: Wow. That's not a fair question. But, OK, let's see where it leads. I am really very shy and quiet in a large or open environment. But, there is a gentle side that never seems to find its way into whatever I seem to write. It is a defect that I've struggled with all my life. I am intimidated by people who, in person, can speak up in groups. I am much better when I have the podium and I can then speak in front of people that I have never even met before. And sometimes, whenever I don't know much about the subject at hand, I just keep my mouth shut and then people don't know what it is that I don't know. The other side of that is that I generally DO know that which I tell to others. And my past, well, it was not all roses. My family was quite poor during my life with them, and I remained pretty close to that economic level during my early working life. I was fired from my last 4 or 5 employee jobs (apparently I could never learn to be a good team player) and in disgust with myself, I started my own consulting practice as a last resort. My background was in finance and management and it was quite all-encompassing. I was lucky in that the timing was right and I was able to make a fantastic income advising people on how to accomplish whatever it was that they wished to accomplish. Basically, I did that same thing myself too (at least, for myself, I mean) from that point on. But, as I said before, I was never good in groups and I could not be a good employee (or volunteer, either, it seems). I always did better by myself and for myself. That's the main reason I've turned down requests to serve on boards of organizations in this town. I'm just no good at that. I'd only fail them and fail myself. I would just mess up and get everyone mad at me. I: That's it? No real skeletons in the closet? M: No, nothing like that, quite boring. Unless you expect me to tell you about the murders and the forgeries and the bank jobs. I: Really? M: No, not really. Actually, my imagined criminal life never got any more exciting than my childhood fantasy of wanting to lead a gang of crooks. The end of that particular fantasy found me in the "big house" (forgive me, because I always thought in cliches in that early game) and then preparing for the "long walk down the last mile" before they electrocuted me, I imagined my "last meal". It wasn't until years had past, in therapy, that I figured out that that fantasy had more to do with food than the criminal life. No, my past was not that exciting. I: What's this I've heard about the real reason you don't go back to the USA is cause you are wanted by the FBI or the police or something? M: See, that's another of those stories that people make up to explain what they can't understand. No, nothing that glamorous - or maybe, exciting is the right word. Nothing that exciting. If that were true, why would I continue to pay US taxes when, after 10 years outside the country, I can arrange to legally not pay USA estate taxes and most income taxes. Or why would I have just renewed my USA passport? No, it really is just a boring reason. As a person with more than his share of inane compulsions, mine get in the way of my traveling. I take longer to travel than normal people. I pack earlier (days, not hours). I go to the airport earlier than is required. No, just a boring reason. And this was before 9/11, now everything that I had problems with in traveling is even more difficult than before. I: And where have you screwed up? M: How much time do you have? I could fill your tapes with stories and words and countless hours of description. And I could make excuses that it was the other person's fault, but many times It was my own. I think too much. And many times I am foolishly filled with doubts about my own competence. But, after everything is said and done, I kinda like myself and where I've gotten to. As to those who don't appreciate me, well, I guess that it is their privilege even though I hope not to continue to step on their toes, but they, too, might wish to just get out of the way, from time to time. I: And women? M: There's a good example of where I've screwed up. I've made many mistakes. First, there was my wife, Sylvia, and that obviously did not work out, although I take the blame for that. It was not that she fooled me about who she was but more like I fooled me about what I wanted. She was too traditional a woman and I was beginning to become a feminist. Good for me, not so for her. And later on there was Julie, whom I loved, adored, was crazy about, but she became less so with me and she eventually left me. And there were a number of others, including some here in town, but no one in particular today. I can't say that living alone is my greatest wish, but it has its advantages, too. I: And friends here in town? M: Well, I have been (although more in past years than now) sufficiently outgoing to meet so many people in town, but I suspect I consider these people acquaintances. Every few years, I count the people that I know in the local gringo phone book, Juarde, and the number is astoundingly high, well over 1,000. But to define a friend, someone who I trust completely and who trusts me, trust that includes the ability and desire to share emotional and tangible things, who also shares my sense of humor, my values, my desire for communication, ahhhhhh, well, you know, a lot of stupid minor things like that. Anyway, no, I don't find it easy to find such a person, so I guess I'll have to settle for many many acquaintances. But, as an optimist, I'll keep looking. I: That's much more than I expected to hear from you. Can you give that yourself? M: That's not for me to judge, but I do try and sometimes I succeed more than at other times. I guess that the trait that I am most proud of is my loyalty. There are a few people in this town with whom we have approached what I would define as "almost friends" or "closer acquaintances", and when these things end or die out, I still feel the loyalty of continuing to keep our confidences to myself and often when I hear things about them, these ex-almost-friends, I find myself defending them out of loyalty to what once was. I: What would you like to accomplish, or to be known for? M: Ha!!! Another tough question. I remember something from a poem (Tennyson, I think - or maybe Bryant) that goes "I am a part of all that I have met ..." and I hope that everyone I have met has taken something away from our meeting - something good, I hope. And, I'd like to continue to be able to lessen the load of Mexican children, many of whom have such a tough time with poverty. The relative financial insecurity I knew as a child was nothing compared to theirs. Since I am not good with children, I have chosen not to deal with them myself but to have my Foundation give money to organizations in town that can, themselves, effectively deal with kids and provide some of the things that they need. And, of course, I'd like my online paper to flourish and fill in the gaps that may be missing otherwise in local coverage of our expatriate community. And I'd really love someday to be known as the 107-year old man who was still thinking creatively just before he died. I: Anything more you'd like to add? M: Yes, but then this would never end. Haven't you guessed that my greatest pleasure is talking, and when talking to a captive audience, it is my very favorite thing. I: Well, thank you. M: Thank YOU. This interview was really not as tough as I expected it to be.
Although there's debate whether the English soccer first division - otherwise known as the Premiership - is the best in the world there's no doubt that it is the richest. Earning hundreds of millions in TV revenue a year, the Premiership has become the most exciting league to watch thanks in part to the slew of foreign stars who play there.
It's no coincidence that the current UEFA Champions League winner is Manchester United (they faced fellow Premiership rival Chelsea in this year's final), the winning goal-scorer for Euro 2008 Fernando Torres plays for Liverpool while the assist for his goal came from Cesc Fabregas who plies his trade at the North London club Arsenal. And right now the best player in the world - at least according to Real Madrid who were willing to fork out a record-breaking 100 million euros but ultimately failed in their attempt to sign him - wears the No. 7 shirt for Manchester United, the Portugese winger Cristiano Ronaldo.
Among all these stars will feature three Mexican talents this year which is a record in itself. The first ever Mexican to play in the Premiership was the striker Jared Borgetti who was signed by Bolton Wanderers in the 2005/6 season. Borgetti, who is the highest goal-scorer ever for Mexico's national team, was at the latter end of his career when he arrived at Bolton - he was 32 - and found it difficult to adapt to the high tempo of the English game. However, he did manage to score eight goals in 19 appearances but was nevertheless released by the club at the end of the season.
Borgetti's problem was he ventured into a much stronger league when some would say his best years were behind him. The current crop of Mexican players in the Premiership have an average age of 21 between them. All three are forwards and come with the promise of enormous potential.
Too Comfortable At Home?
Mexico has increasingly seen it's best talent go abroad which is no bad thing. While the Mexican first division is also full of foreigners and boasts incredible wealth - it is the richest league in Latin America according to the Deloitte Football Money League - it sometimes has been criticized as being too soft when it comes to world class competitive football. Pundits do point to the big fish in a little pond syndrome especially as Mexican footballers are paid so well. Therefore, it's heartening to see that the bulk of the national team all currently play in Europe and for clubs that are of a championship pedigree.
The Premiership triumvirate of Nery Castillo (Manchester City), Giovanni Dos Santos (Tottenham Hotspur) and Carlos Vela (Arsenal) will have much to prove if they are to survive the demands of the world's most successful league but they are seen as the future of the Mexican national side and come with impressive CVs.
Castillo was the first to arrive in England at the end of 2007. He was signed by City's then manager Sven Goran Eriksson who now manages the Mexican national team. All of Castillo's playing career has been outside of Mexico and he made his name with a six-year stint at Greek champions Olympiacos. A lightening fast forward with a sublime touch, Castillo turned heads when he notched up three goals in five Champions League matches in 2006/7 and finished as the second top goal-scorer for his club. After a miserable spell at the Russian side Shakhtar Donetsk, who shelled out a club record of 20 million euros for his signature, Castillo went to the unheard of lengths of paying for half of his transfer fee to move to Manchester City.
The San Luis Potosi-born player though suffered a major setback three weeks after his arrival when he broke his shoulder which left him sidelined for several months. Since his recovery, Castillo featured only sparingly for City making just eight appearances and finished the season without ever scoring. With a new manager at the helm, Castillo needs to recapture the form which brought him to Manchester City's attention in the first place and also hope Eriksson will keep faith in him for the national side's World Cup qualification campaign.
Young Hopefuls
While Castillo is still relatively young at 24, both Vela and Dos Santos are mere babies at 19 years old each yet the pair can boast a World Cup winning campaign between them. In 2005, these precocious talents were the stand out players in Mexico's successful capture of the U17 World Cup in Lima, Peru, where they beat Brazil 3-0 in a memorable final. It was Mexico's first ever victory since the tournament's inception in 1985 and turned the players into national heroes.
Vela, who finished as the tournament's top scorer, was courted by several European clubs afterwards and opted to sign with the English club Arsenal for 2.5 million pounds. However, his debut for his new side would take another three years to materialize due to English work permit restrictions for non-EU citizens which prevented him from playing in England. After loan spells at Spanish Liga teams Celta Vigo, Salamanca and Osasuna, Vela was granted a work permit this year and Arsenal's coach Arsene Wenger announced he would be included in the squad for the 2008/9 season. He's already scored some eye-catching goals in the pre-season friendlies and the British tabloid newspaper The Sun has named him as one of the 20 young players to watch out for.
It's fitting then Giovanni Dos Santos has joined North London club Tottenham Hostpur who share a century-old rivalry with Arsenal that's contested each season in the much anticipated North London Derby. Coming through the ranks in Spanish team Barcelona's youth program, Dos Santos is a versatile winger who can play on either the left or right flank. He was snapped up by Tottenham over the Summer for an initial 4.7 million pounds which can rise to 8.6 million pounds depending on appearances. It's a testament to Dos Santos' willingness to improve his career that he left Barcelona for Tottenham but choosing between languishing in the Barcelona reserves or playing first team football for Tottenham didn't seem a difficult choice to make for the young player.
As Castillo found out last year, the Premiership is a very physical league and despite all three Mexican players having experience playing in Europe, the English league can be a rude awakening to the rigors of professional football. It took Cristiano Ronaldo a couple of seasons before he found his stride in the Premiership so it will be interesting to see how quickly these young starlets adapt in the top flight.
The Premiership 2008/9 season began on August 16. Nery Castillo has since been loaned to the Spanish club Real Betis for one year with the option to make the move permanent.
This blog was written by Barbara Schaffer.
Two fighting gamecocks embracing in the air, their feathers ruffled and erect, appear to be one mythical bird of outstanding beauty or the archetype for a kung-fu movie.
Cockfights are one of the features of Mexican holiday celebrations, and I attended my first one in May at the fiesta in the Barra de Colotepec. It was better and worse than I had expected. I’d seen cockfights in films where they’d seemed rather sinister and tawdry events, but I had Mexican friends in the States who were perfectly nice people who had raised gamecocks. So was it family fun or a macho guy thing? Cruelty to animals or animals having fun? And would I experience an adrenaline rush by betting on a rooster?
The palenque (cockfight arena) was a patch of dirt circled by portable wooden barriers just the right height and width to set a plate or a bottle of beer on if you were sitting on a folding chair in the front row, as my party and I were. The venue was a farm on the riverside. A cow was grazing under a tree, the river flowed gently and the mosquitoes were everywhere frolicking happily. Admission was 70 pesos. We got there way too early, around 5:30, but we did get great seats and were able to buy some really good barbequed stew for 30 pesos. We watched as the cocks were taken out of their traveling cartons and put in their cages.
My first surprise was how beautiful the cocks were: the colorful plumage was to die for. They looked nothing like barnyard roosters. I know these animals have been bred for generations for their aggressiveness, not something you want to see in a hen house, and their feathers, which male birds display for females, reflected their pugnacity.
Of course, no bird in the wild could ever be as well fed or groomed as these were. If they are good they may live to fight three or even four times, after which they are put out to stud.
Around 8 p.m. the weigh-in began. A veterinarian weighs each cock, tags a number to its leg and puts on the spurs. There are three weight groups and cocks only fight inside their category. Ten breeders were represented. Each was given a number. The number and the name of the ranch were written on a large sheet of paper and each of these papers was posted around the ring. Then there was a drawing to determine which cocks within each weight category would fight with which. It was also announced that if any breeder lost both fights in the first two rounds he would be disqualified from participating in the final two rounds. I don’t know if this rule was to limit the number of fights or if it’s to assure that the breeders didn’t save their best birds for last.
When the first fight was finally announced, the two cocks were brought out by their trainers on opposite sides of the ring. They were held lovingly and then allowed to strut so we could see their gait. Then they were picked up and confronted with a teaser or prep cock which the referee brought around to show the spectators how aggressive they were.
Now it was time to place a bet. We had thought the wagers would be 200 pesos, but the minimum on the first fight was 400 pesos - too rich for our blood. The man in charge of collecting the bets did not disappoint. He was straight out of the movies I’d seen: thin, middle-aged, wasted, bored, but still devilishly handsome. When we told him we’d pass on this fight he went into a rap right out of B. Traven about life being short, too short not to take a chance. It was not very convincing, but it was nice to hear. Pedro, the lone Mexican in our party of four and the only one who knew anything about cockfights, urged us to bet on green - the cock was experienced, the breeder and trainer well known, but even so we demurred. Green won.
Betting is very simple; each cock in each fight is designated as either green or red. You just bet on the color. The problem is that each bet has to be matched; there are no odds. Following Pedro’s advice we decided to bet on green in the second round, but no one was betting on red and our bet wasn’t taken. Or, better said, whenever someone bet on red, the green bet was given to someone else. We were being punished for not having bet before.
Meanwhile the palenque had filled up. There were at least 100 people, families with children, groups of teenage girls, some with boyfriends, boys and men of all ages. It became unbearably hot; everyone was wiping their brows.
Pedro had explained that experienced cocks were a safer bet than novices. After each fight, the birds, if they survived, were stitched up and nursed back to health with the help of specialist veterinarians. So he counseled us to bet on the veteran in the third round, who happened to be green again. But they weren’t accepting any bets on green. “On the other hand,” Pedro said, “Red looks good. I like the way he keeps his feet together when he jumps in the air.” So John, a surfer from Colorado, and I each put up 200 pesos and bet on Red.
It was a long drawn-out combat, all on the ground, and it was obvious early on that Red had no chance. Every once in a while the fight would stop, the trainers would smooth their bird’s feathers and then it would start again. There was a count, and Red stayed down. But still the fight was not over. Red’s owner would not admit defeat. The cocks were put in the chalked-off circle in the middle of the ring. Green didn’t have much fight left in him either, but he did manage to knock Red down again for another count. The crowd was subdued; people don’t cheer on the competitors in cockfights as they do in boxing matches or horse races. This time Red’s head was on the ground for the count of ten. The bet collector came around and picked up the four hundred pesos which had been sitting on the barrier in front of us all the while. He didn’t say a word. We left soon after; we had no more money to bet and it was very, very hot.
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The following blog has been contributed by William E. Mayes who recently built a house in Mazatlan, Sonora.
Having just recently finished and moved into a new home in Mazatlan, I have been trully amazed at the transition from a construction lot to a home of my own design and built for the most part to the specifications and manner that I communicated to my builder.
He was able to pretty well meet my wishes and any deficiencies are mostly do to the fact I did not speak Spanish and he knew little English. The fact that I could not remain on sight and in Mazatlan and was only able to come down for a week at a time did not help matters.
I found the notary and the bank to be very professional and the paperwork done by both parties was outstanding and met all of Mexico's legal requirements. I have established a bank account and purchased a Mexican licensed automobile and both bank personnel and car dealership staff were very polite and extremely helpful.
Utilities have not been the nightmare I thought they might be and even cable services were with few problems. The workers I have hired since the house was finished, have been hardworking, honest and fair in their prices. I learn more each day as I dwell in Mexico and am happy to be an "expat".
I have not met a single American or other foreigner who is unhappy living in Mexico and I find the medical, dental, and general shopping services quite sufficient. The food - meat, dairy, fruit and vegetables are great. Mazatlan's beach is beautiful - night and day! The dawns and sunsets are spectacular.
I am looking forward to having friends and family visit as often as they can. Thank you Mexico for allowing me to share your country, culture, resources, people and freedom. I look forward to many more days of leisure and travel in my new home land.
William E. Mayes Mazatlan, Sinaloa
Last Friday (June 21, 2008) a discotheque in the north-east of Mexico City was the scene of a horrific incident which took the lives of nine teenagers and three police officers. The discotheque, Divine News, was part of a police crackdown on underaged drinking and the sale of illegal drugs.
The police had knowingly picked a day when the discoteque would be packed with revellers celebrating the end of the school year. However, as with so many "operativos" (as the police action is known in Spanish), the motive behind the crackdown is part of a massive extortion racket that runs through the corridors of the local councils, the Mexico City government and the city police forces.
A combination of factors - a chronic ineptitude on behalf of the city police and a flagrant disregard for public safety by the discotheque's owners - precipitated last Friday's tragic occurrence.
When the owners got wind that the police were on their way they made an announcement to the 500 plus teenagers to leave the premises. At first they were reluctant to go but after being promised free entry to the club the following week they began to make their way out. However, it was too late for the majority of them as the police had cordoned off the area around the club and barricaded the entrance.
Unable to leave and with the club already packed beyond its legal limit, the teenagers began to panic. The police then made threats that anyone who attempted to leave would be immediately arrested. This exacerbated an already fraught situation and in the ensuing panic a stampede occurred which saw nine teenagers and three police officers die from asphyxiation. Mexican news agencies also reported that the emergency exit had been blocked by crates of beer.
Could this have been avoided? Certainly. The police and the owners of Divine News were embroiled in an all too familiar game of cat and mouse that plagues establishments of this nature. There is no doubt in my mind the local authorities knew all along how Divine News was operating. Politicians in Mexico come and go but local council bureaucrats have job security for life and they're the ones who make sure - if the price is right - your bar or club stays open irrespective if you meet safety requirements.
An operativo will occur in two scenarios: the bureaucrat wants more money or a genuine complaint has been made and the authorities have to act under the letter of the law which results in an even bigger bribe being paid to said bureaucrat. Add to this the sheer indiscipline and scare-mongering tactics employed by the local police forces and you have a recipe for disaster driven ultimately by greed.
It will be interesting to see how Mexico City Mayor Marcelo Ebrard responds to this incident. A news presenter of a popular morning tv show pointed out, "it's all very well having an ice skating rink in the Zocalo, or making government workers ride a bicycle to work once a month but if the mayor really wants to show his true grit then rooting out the endemic corruption that plagues the capital's local councils will be key."
My visa to work in Mexico was just approved the other day. Yes, it is great news! And I'm thrilled. There are a lot of questions and confusion out there about this process, though. So, I want to throw in my 2 cents and try to give another persceptive on the process.
Searching online for "mexico fm3" will yield a lot of tragic stories and exasperated accounts of the paper-trail nightmare that can be the process of getting an FM3 when you're already in Mexico. Obviously, the best game-plan is to finish processing the visa before you even get to Mexico, therefore avoiding all the translating and notarizing of foreign documents that is often required when beginning the process here on your own, but not all of us are so organized nor had any idea of where our paths would take us in this beautiful country.
Therefore, for those of you who are in a similar position, my recommendation is to hire a qualified lawyer. It was amazing how quickly and easily I was whisked through the whole process. I just collected a packet of papers from my employer about their tax records and proof of their status as an extant Mexican business and dropped them off with my passport. No translated, notarized copy of my university degrees necessary. No original birth certificate required.
All the cumbersome paper-shuffling that I dreaded having to endure from reading about the process online was not necessary at all.
For a reasonable 3000 pesos in lawyer's fees and another 2500 pesos in the cost of filing all the paperwork with the government, I was on my way to getting the coveted work visa. When the day came to dot the last i's and cross the last t's (only 3 weeks after I dropped off the papers with the lawyer), I was personally escorted around town with the lawyer to sign the last papers, take my headshots, pay the fees at the bank, and turn it all in to immigration.
We wasted no time due to the lawyer's guidance, zipping from one location to the next efficiently and often being escorted to the front of long lines. It was wonderful. No drama. No headaches. No wasted time. I highly recommend paying for a professional to help you out with this vital tool for working in Mexico legally. It will be worth every penny.
Last night we had the chance of meeting Bob Gruen, the renowned photographer who has documented the rock and roll exploits of some of the most famous acts of our time, from John Lennon in New York to Kiss to Led Zeplin. Now his most famous works are in Mexico City in the Auditorio Nacional in Polanco.
The exhibition is an amazing array of photos taken both in full on rock concerts to intimate moments with the stars who over the course of three decades have become Gruen's close friends.
This is really worth going to and I thought I'd let other expats living in Mexico City know about it so that they can check it out. It's on for the next few weeks until the end of May.
Friday I found myself in a small town in the state of Veracruz that I hadn’t even heard of the week before. It was fantastic to get out of D.F. for the weekend and breathe some fresh air. The flora of the central Veracruz highlands is completely different from what I am getting used to in the big capital city; the humid air and lush, dense vegetation was a welcome change. Everything was green—a rich, vibrant, enlivening green.
A comfortable walk up the sloping hill in Teocelo, Veracruz, home to about 14,000 residents, brought us to the doorstep of Radio Teocelo, the most well-known and respected community radio station in Mexico. The reason for our visit was Manuel’s potential Master’s thesis, a sociological study of community radio in Mexico and its effect on the lives of citizens living in local pueblos within broadcast distance.
As we spoke with the men and women behind the scenes at the radio station, I began to understand the breadth of the impact this radio station has on the community. The number of projects they have in the works is impressive, especially considering that they only have a core group of about 7 volunteers managing these initiatives.
Hearing stories about community involvement with Radio Teocelo was uplifting, and a welcome change from the dark focus in Mexico City on murders and deaths that daily plaster the front pages of so many newspapers. At the core of Radio Teocelo’s mission is fraternity and beneficial communication. The program directors are conscientious of the needs, interests (and music taste!) of the town’s inhabitants. The radio is the community’s source for weather, important town events and happenings, agricultural news, coffee prices, cultural events, and interviews with local government representatives. Indeed, mayors from Teocelo and neighboring towns are often interviewed over the air by town residents themselves, thereby voicing the community’s concerns, questions and opinions in transparent format.
Just in the past few months, Radio Teocelo has begun broadcasting online. At first this idea was controversial at the station, because the program directors didn’t want to take focus away from the important, tight-knit community aspect of the station. However, the opposite is actually taking place. Since a large percentage of the population of central Veracruz has left the country to find work in the U.S., the availability of Radio Teocelo online has actually reconnected Veracruzanos living abroad with their towns and given them an important sense of belonging, despite the grand distances between families.
Two relatively new offshoots from Radio Teocelo are Teocelo TV and Altavoz, a biweekly newsletter on current events in Teocelo and central Veracruz. Many of the articles are contributions from local writers and concerned citizens, as well as many of the topics covered by the new video component of the radio. One of the first video projects completed by Teocelo TV was in response to a woman who called in to the radio station voicing her dismay over the polluted state of a large creek running by her home. Teocelo TV took note of her complaint and produced a video segment about that very creek, linking the issue to environmental concerns at a community level and calling for widespread measures to care for Teocelo’s natural habitats.
With such a variety of programs offered by the community and for the community, it uplifting to hear how much the residents do value Radio Teocelo. While the community is one of modest economic means, hundreds of families donating as little as $2USD a month is how the not-for-profit radio station pays its bills. Without paid advertising at the station, the life-line between the radio and the community’s financial support is apparent. To listen online or to find out more about Radio Teocelo, check out their site at http://www.radioteocelo.org/.
Luxury eating has always got to encompass the delights of Burger King. From the BK Fish Burger to the Double Whopper with Fries, you can't get a better bite in Mexico City...
