Bienvenido Miguel. Your story of the final scene at the airport reminded me of something that happened to me: A woman asked me if I could carry a small box of "boniatillo" (remember that confection made with the sweet white potatoes we call boniato). She had two boxes to take to her son in New York and she worried that the "security" would not let her take them both. Innocent that I was, I said, "Sure!" The time came to go through the inspection and she went ahead of several people and me to the farthest table while I ended up with the first of the line of milicianos at the inspection tables. I watched as her miliciano took away her box of boniatillo and other things and I became worried that I might be in trouble for trying to do someone a favor. But the fellow who inspected my bag was a gentle man, he was polite, barely looked at my things without digging into my few clothes. And he did not say anything about the box of boniatillo or about a little bag of cheap jewelry I was carrying, inside which was a good, small gold watch, gift of my godmother. However, the guy next to him saw a silver chain I was wearing with the medallion of my Marian congregation, so he reached over and asked me to take it off and hand it to him. He told me I was not allowed to take that out. I pleaded and bargained with him that I would part with the chain and that the medallion was not solid silver, that it was a treasured memento of my faith, to please let me at least keep that. He scratched it to confirm that it was only metal with a silver coating, but he knew the chain was silver. With a smirk he handed me the medallion while he shamelessly put the chain in his shirt pocket. The “good” guy next to him gave me a quick sympathetic look –what else could he do? The woman’s son got at least the one box of boniatillo I “passed” for her, but I shudder to think what would have happened to me if there had been some forbidden thing hidden in that box.
Miguel, I remember you and your brothers from Maoriana. I seem to remember you used to go to St. anthony's. Wish you and your brothers had been able to joinnus at reunion.
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Bienvenido Miguel. Your story of the final scene at the airport reminded me of something that happened to me: A woman asked me if I could carry a small box of "boniatillo" (remember that confection made with the sweet white potatoes we call boniato). She had two boxes to take to her son in New York and she worried that the "security" would not let her take them both. Innocent that I was, I said, "Sure!" The time came to go through the inspection and she went ahead of several people and me to the farthest table while I ended up with the first of the line of milicianos at the inspection tables. I watched as her miliciano took away her box of boniatillo and other things and I became worried that I might be in trouble for trying to do someone a favor. But the fellow who inspected my bag was a gentle man, he was polite, barely looked at my things without digging into my few clothes. And he did not say anything about the box of boniatillo or about a little bag of cheap jewelry I was carrying, inside which was a good, small gold watch, gift of my godmother. However, the guy next to him saw a silver chain I was wearing with the medallion of my Marian congregation, so he reached over and asked me to take it off and hand it to him. He told me I was not allowed to take that out. I pleaded and bargained with him that I would part with the chain and that the medallion was not solid silver, that it was a treasured memento of my faith, to please let me at least keep that. He scratched it to confirm that it was only metal with a silver coating, but he knew the chain was silver. With a smirk he handed me the medallion while he shamelessly put the chain in his shirt pocket. The “good” guy next to him gave me a quick sympathetic look –what else could he do? The woman’s son got at least the one box of boniatillo I “passed” for her, but I shudder to think what would have happened to me if there had been some forbidden thing hidden in that box.
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Yolanda Cardenas Ganong
| Jul 31st 2011
Miguel, I remember you and your brothers from Maoriana. I seem to remember you used to go to St. anthony's. Wish you and your brothers had been able to joinnus at reunion.
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Bienvenido Miguel! Al fin! acuerdate de mandarme el email!
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