Okay, I got a good story for you. I was arrested in Panama City. It really isn´t as bad as it sounds. Here is the story. So I met this Argentinian guy that is kinda loud and we were walking around the neighborhood called Los Pueblos which looks like Suburbia America because everything is a big fat store that sells electronic and what not for very cheap prices. And, my buddy Diego is trying to buy a digital camera there, but they won´t take one of his one hundred dollar bills because it has one of the numbers on it that is thought to be conferfeit. So we have to exchange this bill for another. We walk around going into 3 banks which all of them deny us and say we must go to the National Bank. So at 3:05 we arrive at the national bank which is locked up and Diego starts asking the guard to let us in because we are only a couple minutes late and just have a very simple procedure to take care of. The guard says ¨no¨and diego doesn´t want to take no for an answer. He starts gesticulating and talking too fast for me to understand him, although I understand the message he is sending out there with his grabbing himself and all the middle fingers flying around. I feel this isn´t the best situation to be apart of but I didn´t think that anything would really come out it. We decide to walk away and the bank employees decide to call the police who picked us up a couple stores down from the bank. We get to sit in their little bungaloo thing answering questions. Diego explained the whole thing and he were going to let him go, if it wasn´t for me. I didn´t have my passport on me and therefore I was determined to be an illegal alien and they didn´t know what to do with me. So after about an hour or so of talking to these guys they decided to just let us go with a warning because they couldn´t do anything except send me to jail for being illegal or let me go. Diego said ¨look at him, he has a face of a fish¨and the guys laughed and let us go.

Panama. A great place!!!! Really, an amazing city!!! You got to go!!!


How could a just God permit great misery? The Haitian peasants answered with a proverb: Bondye konn bay, men li pa konn separa,¨in literal translation, ¨God gives but doesn´t share.¨ This meant, as Farmer would later explain it, ¨God gives us humans everything we need to flourish, but he´s not the one who´s supposed to divvy up the loot. That charge was laid upon us. ¨