Torture in TJ "They apprehended me of work and handcuffed me They took me in on old grey van with, I think, blue license plates—maybe I didn't see them well. the inside of the van …
Turn your back on the city, and look the other direction. You know that barren stretch of ground that runs west from the bridge.
Posted February 25, 1988
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Zona Norte hasn’t changed. It is still the wild side. Desperate; sure of itself. Dark-skinned guys from the interior still come here for one last sinful evening before crossing to the other side.