As i walked to cross the border into Tijuana, the american side border patrol guy stopped me and asked me if i was staying in Tijuana any longer than a night. i said no, he then asked me if i was carrying any weapons. i said no. he then suggested that i should at least carry a knife in my shirt pocket and also not to stay in the city over night. that night i walked and walked till i couldn't walk no more. it must of been 4am when i stopped beside the freeway 1 where i sat on the slope of a hill facing the the lite up city below me. i pulled out a tin of tuna and as i cracked it open i saw the silhouette of at least 15 mexicans coming from the slope up towards where i was sitting. they got really close to me and as i sat there calmly eating my tuna observing them i could hear them all saying " donde él está, él estaba ahí hace un segundo. buscarlo!" where is he, he was there a second ago. look for him! as they panicly risked their own life dodging cars running from side to side of the road to look for me. that night i slept on that spot. "52 or so policeman got killed that night in Tijuana."
