There was one morning when I was eating breakfast and everything was business as usual until a Senafront police guy came in (he was staying with us at the time because he is family) saying that they had a dead guy and they needed help. He changed from his street clothes into his camo, grabbed his guns and ran back out of the house. I finished my breakfast and decided to see what all this hullabaloo was about. As I stepped outside there was a helicopter coming in to land on our soccer field and a lot of other Seanfront police agents running up to the field. The helicopter filled with the police and immediately took off before a second one showed up to take the remaining Senafront guys.
Start the engines of the bochinche (gossip) train! There were many varying stories of what exactly happened, but from what I can gather a local family owns a farm a few hours distance out into the mountains. This family had a distant family member hanging out in the farm and was in coherts with some Columbians that were not selling sugar or salt. The Senafront guys got word of this and raided this farm. Some shooting happened and some bad guys died. Later that evening I called the duty phone to let them know what was going on, but that I was totally OK and everything in Taimati was pretty chill besides the evacuation of the Senafront guys to go help the raid. It was an interesting reminder that I am definitely not in Kansas anymore. Well, that and the snakes and spiders... they remind me too.
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| Snake we found inside the house once! |
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| A beautiful butterfly, to remember that not everything is scary down here. |
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