It seems that just about everyone has a horror story about how dangerous Mexico City is. People are trying to warn me to be careful, and that is good, but I have now heard several too many stories. A couple of years ago, my friend Cristina had her purse snatched at knifepoint here. Then George told me about his ex-bf Jesus who was almost killed by some guy he had picked up. Then Julio tells me about his friend Rocco being drugged in some bar and having everything stolen from him (waking up to an empty apartment), his brother-in-law being kidnapped and ransomed, and finally how he himself had been carjacked at gunpoint. Finally Jorge (a friend of Jesus who I met last night for coffee) tells me his own express kidnapping story.
I get it, I get it. The world is a dangerous place. I’ll try to watch my back (and front, and side). Now can we please all talk about something else, like kittens and rainbows?