I woke up to the news this morning: Tijuana police arrested Eduardo Arellano Felix, one of the five brothers in the powerful Arellano Felix Cartel, in a shootout in a middle-class neighborhood in Tijuana Saturday evening.
Who knows if this is good or bad for the city. I’ve been corresponding with other bloggers and neighbors who say the violence won’t end until a faction of one of the waring drug cartels emerges as the new leader. So really, we have two major wars going on right now in the city streets: The Tijuana police and federalis against the drug cartels and the drug cartels against one another.
Ostensibly, the arrest of Eduardo Arellano seems like a move in the right direction, but it’s too soon to tell what the overall repercussions will be.
Meanwhile, those of us who live in Tijuana seem to be responding in different ways. Some groups are advocating a self-imposed curfew, leaving the streets desolate and empty so as to stay out of the way of the street wars. I myself can’t let the drug cartel and the fear take over. On Friday night, my BF and I went to a lucha libre match at the Auditorio Tijuana. We sat in the front row, so close we could smell the mildewy costumes of the Mexican wrestlers (more on that later, after the media storm surrounding the arrest dies down).
On the way to the match, we passed about 20 police cars that had closed down half of Agua Caliente, a main boulevard in Tijuana, in front of an old-west themed restaurant and bar called El Rodeo. A part of me pictured a stray bullet flying through the air and hitting someone in our cab, but the more rational side of me knew the chances were slim. It’s dangerous in Tijuana right now, but I refuse to let it scare me to the point where I won’t leave my apartment.