
For if, in Guyana not only good things happen, there are many burglaries and robberies in the streets, and society itself is somewhat violent. Things happen that an no está acostumbrado a ver u oír. Y Saint Laurent, al ser una ciudad fronteriza, quizás se lleve la palma en cuanto a peligrosidad. Sólo el río Maroni separa Saint Laurent de Surinam, lo que hace que mucha gente cruce el río, robe, y se vuelva a Surinam. Y les interesa robar en territorio francés porque en Surinam la policía no se anda con tonterías, si echas a correr sacan la pistola, te pegan un par de tiros y se quedan tan anchos. Y quizás sea uno de los motivos por los que se puede pasear tranquilo por la noche en Paramaribo, cosa que en Saint Laurent no. Los franceses suelen ser exagerados con sus historias de peligrosidad y de llevar cuidado, y claro tu no empiezas a ver el peligro hasta que te pasa a ti, lo que no mean that the French may be exaggerated.
For if, as I landed me not once but twice, 2 times with firearms. The first time was with Joe English, we were partying at Chez Paul Neman, the coolest place Saint Laurent to leave, but unfortunately is located in the Charbonniere, crappy neighborhood of Saint Laurent. For the 2 we talking so quiet when we suddenly leave 2 guys who were hiding, a top with a machete and another short, the Joe grabs a machete and thrown to the ground in a flash and puts the knife in the neck, Joe is a cut on his hand to protect and I'll take the little one and think: what's this? Is not take anything? And suddenly flush me! and me carrying out a shotgun hidden in his coat, I say, take all my money, my mobile and even my shirt if you want. And that, I stole the phone, 25 euros and house keys, and ran, I imagine they would go to Suriname. The next day the same docked to a family going on vacation to

The second Only once was I, returned home after leaving the Charbonniere, when I walk past a group of 4 kids, and when I had moved about 20 yards away, began to follow me. I oliéndome the calico, I began to quicken the pace, I could not run because I had a sprained knee playing basketball, so friends, seeing that accelerated the pace, ran after me and surrounded me. Do not move! Do not move! I told them again nooo! And I stole the other day and not wear anything now when I come by here. The fact is that there was an unfortunate time when I, lifting his arms and say another

And what annoyed me this second time I landed, is that by taking the keys, I had no way to enter the house, but fortunately had left a window open , and I could get from a neighbor's house walking on the ledge. For the second time I had to change the locks of the house.
Anyway, I was lucky and nothing happened to me more in my 8 months Guyanese. But if things happen, a student of 12 years the institute where he worked, was killed after being shot in the face. My housemates were killed someone stabbed in the main square during Carnival Cayenne, a man walked with a rifle in my school and wanted to kill a worker. One student was raped in the time I was there. And there are many more stories of rape, burglary, robbery with violence ...

The people there have a very particular way of settling their differences, as I told a friend Suriname "here does not waste time fighting, here we shoot" So you have to take care not to go to certain places at certain times and be vigilant, if you take care and still rob you, then do not play the hero, is that people are trigger happy.
But neither should we live obsessed with insecurity, Guayana remains a wonderful place with its pros and cons, and believe me when I say that there are more pros than cons.
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