We flew 15 hours out of London on Tuesday morning and arrived back in London on Thursday night. It was I suppose, a rather exclusive section of Mexico we got to see.
You can call it The Immigration Detention Room. A place you (do) visit after being denied entry into the country, and one that you stay for free. I assure you they are, in a way, hospitable.
For example, if you are served meat or chicken that has been purchased, and you tell them you’re vegetarian (apparently), they do go and get it sorted. Camping air-mattresses are in abundance for floor sleeping. Stack it if you like.
There are large windows, where you can see every few minutes hundreds of travellers walking past you to queue at Immigration. The lights are never off, so was the tv – so there’s not much orientation whether it’s night or day.
Though our passports and phones were detained (except when Embassy folks came to help), it was refreshing to not have when you come from an environment where everyone always has, and more.
There were a few unpleasant points but I feel like I’m not allowed to speak of it.
Not because out of fear but far too many people, samaritans, volunteers, activists, scholars, etc have had gone through less stable and worse situations, and yet the kept going. Gracefully.
There was a family in there of four children who do not want to leave because their original location of their flight can offer them nothing, and home is a place where police makes women take off their headscarfs in public.
When was life really bad to you?
When was the last time you didn’t have food to eat today or tomorrow?
‘If you were made for this world, God would not have created death.’
*May God raise the ranks to all of those well-wishers with good words and others who brought forward any kind of care that conveyed support and encouragement. We’re back in the UK and may head to Latin America again soon.