Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Grandma and I are back at Doña Chilas house but this time I brought and arsenal of weapons with me that will prevent today’s boredom. I brought my dvd player and the fourth season of Dexter. It took the strength of every bone in my body to prevent myself from watching the movies E sent me while I was in Ojo. There I have my own room and a television where I can see what’s on any of the 5 channels available without cable. I knew that when I got to grandmas in Valpa I would have not television and lots hours filled with nothing to do. One after the other I watch episodes of Dexter and I can’t get enough, each episode is better and more intriguing than the previous one and I need to know what happens. I get through the first four episodes before it’s time to head back to the house. We arrive to a call from my aunt who wants grandma to light her candle and say a prayer for her son and his wife whose house was not only robbed today again for the 5th or 6th time this year but because his wife witnessed a murder on her way home from the university. A neighbor and shopkeeper to a little market in the neighborhood was robbed and when he didn’t give up the money fast enough he was shot in front of all the customers in the stores. My cousin’s wife devastated by what she had witnessed ran home and hid until her husband arrived to find her home crying in a closet. Chills fill my body as I listen to grandma repeat the story. Grandma hangs up the phone and we kneel to say a prayer for my cousin and his wife. I pray that things will get better for them and that the violence will stop but I don’t pray for myself because I am still not convinced it will make a difference.
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