acknowledge that the songs of "Bukis" does not displease me at all but it's not my favorite genre. However, it is always a good time to listen and understand. I went to the prison in Puente Grande only with my eyes, my nose and my skin to know what it's like behind a fence and wait years to get out or maybe resigned to die there.
I went with 50 other people, a reporter asked me to cover the visit of the members of the commission for social rehabilitation, the prison in Puente Grande. Does the requirement? be dressed in black. A blue pen, a notebook is Italian, my tools, but not unique. I think my visual memory is why I see the portrait in words and sounds without recording so I did not feel naked to tell.
There are advantages that the tour of the prison was large, the deputies took drivers, secretaries and attachés cultural, so this gave me unnoticed.
Managers Social Rehabilitation Center guided the deputies and reporters. Part of the questions I heard after I got sick and started to look around. I spent this phenomenon was happening to me in elementary school, the teacher was talking and I looked at the ceiling to ask about how they built my school. So my eyes were opened to try to encapsulate the image of my first visit to the prison in Puente Grande.
first thing I saw was the white grass I thought, a mutant grass, a special grass in prison? No, the newly painted the taps left its mark on the grass. Evidence that prior to our visit improved the image of the place.
I stopped watching the ground and looked up. Around me men dressed in beige, each with different types of clothing, but everyone in that tone. Two inmates in the garden watered the roses. A Texas father walked beside his son was speaking as he gave an orange bag full of food.
My pupils recorded the meeting parental and elsewhere spoke of a physician shortfall of 30 doctors to the prison. "Follow" I went and followed the group that had crossed a courtyard where inmates. No one greeted, no one said "Excuse me" as subjects were invisible ghosts social, individual transparent. My mother often told me to open the doors of the world should remember the words "Hello, excuse me, please and thank you" so my years of conditioning and learning made me smile and say "Hi, excuse me," some others responded smiled greeting.
recognize that in that moment I thought how many here have committed a crime, killing someone, how many raped a woman here, beat children or trafficked in drugs, maybe here is the one who stole my car, my stereo, here is that one day my Dad kidnapped? Yes I thought that. It hurt to think and remember once when I was a victim or someone you love was robbed and kidnapped.
Remembering my Dad was what hurt me most and I isolated myself mentally. Later I think about my dad, a hard worker and respectful of human rights, he who nevertheless is always optimistic, in that moment I remembered what I had been taught "pris, we should not generalize" and so I did other questions how many of these are innocent, many of these men had no defense counsel, how many are scapegoats, how many are here because they have no money for food that is brought by hunger, how many here were deceived and made them the basis of torture to sign a plea of \u200b\u200b"guilty"?.
This second set of questions made me think that in fact is not good to generalize, my dad is right because if we generalize just look angle, condemn, label without giving people the opportunity to defend himself. Learn this lesson from my father has been key to my work as a reporter because if we lose we generalize journalists the opportunity to learn more humans.
After me these questions and listen to my dad in my imagination, I walked without tension understanding that Mexico is a complex full of "Other Notes" are not counted, stories ignored as those inside the prison in Puente Grande. In subsequent parts will tell you more about this visit, now I just wanted to make the heart full of emotions to let it rest and then write about the rooms, workshop, church, the terrace where prisoners meet their relatives ... I promise you I'll tell you.
bukis What about what they have to do with it? how could it know to use recorder and the sounds are important part of the stories I tell. He walked with his head down on the side of the football field, in that I saw a man sitting on a herring trying Take notes of a song, quickly looked at the book "Easy Guitar" and the page read: Name of Song: "I am alone". Author: Marco Antonio Solis and Los Bukis. That would be the song that will illustrate this day with that tune you can travel to the Centre for Social Rehabilitation of the State of Jalisco.
I'll leave the track, that this man was trying to sprout a prisoner of his guitar. Do not discriminate genre, listen and think about this man dressed in beige that followed each chord.
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