I just got this invitation from my friends from an arts collective named Bulbo. The text pretty much sums up how I’ve come to feel about Tijuana. There’s something wrong with the city, but, at least in term of corruption and the broken government, I feel like it’s a situation that has passed the point of repair.
That’s the macro sense of the things, but the microscopic view is much better. I’ve said it many times on this blog, the network of people I’ve met in Tijuana astound me. There are strangers I’ve met who’ve helped me on my worst days. Strangers who’ve given me their phone numbers and honestly meant it when they said I could call if I ever needed a hand.
The number one question people are asking me now, after all the reports of violence, is ‘when are you moving back to the U.S.?’
And now, with the new passport requirements in place, I no longer get the “I want you to show me around Tijuana” requests.
People in the U.S. just want to turn their heads and forget that Tijuana exists.
CityBeat contributor Carl Luna wrote an interesting piece on the number of Tijuanenses who’ve packed up and headed north, looking for the safety Tijuana may never be able to guarantee.
I’ll admit that I did start looking for a place in the U.S. a few weeks ago, but I quite that search and decided to dig in my heels. Perhaps I’ll buy a bat and keep it bedside, but other than that I refuse to run for the hills.
Right now, Tijuana is my home, and I plan on meeting up with some of my neighbors this weekend and at least entertaining the idea of making it better.