of course many years before that, we DROVE our little truck with our two little kids over there...we were pursued from the border by a guy who wanted to "guide" us....again, we just didn't know...
I remember how poor the area was...dry, dusty...the littlest kids with dead eyes would go from table to table in the outdoor tavern area selling chicklets...they kept circling..repeating the same lines every time...poor little things....
Nobody here wants that. I currently speak for nobody. WTF?