The whole family was livid. They thought I had fallen off my rocker... In the midst of the annoyance my mother tried rationalizing and said, "many couples have a baby, thinking it will change the situation. Not long after the baby is born, the couple separates. We know 3 of those couples in Xalapa. All foreign men married to Mexican women: They are from Quebec, Sweden and Germany. The baby was born and they all separated. When we lived in Xalapa, I realized that Margarita and I were the only international couple that withstood the cultural stress. Beth and Marc did what they could to invent value in their marriage; they had two beautiful girls, bought a house, bought a Volvo, all on an expanding scale and then, one day, they divorced. The value of a relationship is not the apartment, the child, the car, the vacations. It's the connection and understanding between the two people.
I passed a stand with a Jewish Star of David and a man speaking charismatically through a speaker... He was talking about "the Lost Tribes of Israel". So, I enthusiastically walked up to him and said, "I'm Jewish" and he replied, "No you aren't. Jews aren't white. You are European and your people are liers." He said that Jews as we know them don't have any blood connections with Israel. They are imposters... With that statement, there was no reason for further talking. In fact, he would have used me to express his Lost Tribe ideology. He would have ridiculed me. So, we moved onwards... and returned to Amber's apartment. She put on Bob Marley and we got stuck in a strange tension. I believe I was supposed to kiss her. But there was a game she was playing that I didn't understand. Something wasn't straight forward. Amber had a son back in Trinidad living with her parents. She had fallen in-love with who became the father of her son. I believe they married, if I am correct. But her husband cheated on her... Broke her heart, betrayed her confidence and then played games with her. She said that she hadn't dated a man since. With my note on the subway, 8 years had passed! She said that her husband was somewhere in the West Indian community of Brooklyn with his women. I had just broken up with Randi and immediately I found the stakes way too high. I gave her a peck on her thick red lips and flagged a cab. I never met Auntie. I never tasted her wonderful Jerk Chicken.