
wendy devlin
Oct 31, 2009, 2:11 PM
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Your story above recalls a most memorable night, when a bicylce, (it's owner's principle pride and joy and means of transport) was stolen, from where it leaned against the front of our casa. While the owner was visiting us, in the afterparty of arbon's birthday. We went to sleep as old folks do when the light fades early in the tropics around 9 p.m. Only to be woken a few hours later by shouting and screaming. Ma and Pa jumped to their feet, racing to the front door, just in time, to witness a melee on the street in front of the casa. The young man, whose bicycle had been thieved had returned with a gang of his amigos, to inflict bodily harm on the family of the night-watchman, who they thought were harbouring the perp of the bicycle theft. They attacked with crude weapons the men members of the perp's extended family from Acapulco,(hence, newcomers and racially different;read of African slave heritage) as one of those brothers was the current night-watchman on the bridge project beside the casa. The dudes from Acapulco grabbed what weaponry was at hand, machetes and long pieces of rebar and began chasing their attackers, down the street, intent of inflicting bodily harm. Which they did. Later that night, say after midnight, a huge bonfire appeared, outside our case. There, in the firelight, we witnessed the dashing about (like chickens with their heads cut off) panicked reaction of the women, wailing, loudly. The men members returned, and the commotion continued until the wee hours of the morning, when finally, exhaustion, seemed to set in, and the bonfire area went silent. Men, women and children slept the night together around the bonfire under blankets instead of returning to their shanty homes. The day, following, the bicycle in question, mysteriously returned to our casa. The alledged perp was seen, by myself, that afternoon, catching a long-distance bus, south.
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