It’s my mum’s birthday! Salute her! 2nd August. Have a lovely day at your art class.
Today I finally reported the robbery to the police near Iglesia De Dolores (Church of Pain – I love the name). Vilmer, one of Pam’s aunty’s, showed me where to go. I took a book to read in case it took ages, but like the Honduran CRB, which took me just a few minutes to get (unlike the UK where it takes a few months), this too was equally quick. I have no doubt that they just wanted me out the door, they will make no effort to monitor the area and even less effort to investigate the crime. I only wanted the crime number for insurance reasons anyway. On the police report, the woman (who was very straight to the point the nicest possible way) stated that my nationality is Honduran. Pam has been joking in the last few days that I am now officially Catracho: I have been assaulted. Why couldn’t they have just made me put my hand on the heart and ask me to hum the national anthem? It’s done anyway. I have a new camera now. The feeling of being watched or stalked is playing havoc with my paranoia, but I guess that just makes me more cautious. To celebrate the police’s quick interview model and the fact that it’s my mum’s birthday, I am going to include a Police song. I have included it before: King of Pain. That’s nothing to say against my mother, but more to do with the Iglesia De Dolores and I saw the police today and I like the song.
On second thoughts, I am going to include another song that I know my mother really likes. I know it’s popular back home, as it is everywhere. The video is silly. The music gives me nose bleeds. Pam loves dancing to it. So does mum. Gangnam Style.