This is a story of Zapatista insurgency in the Mexican province of Chiapas. Nuclear weapons proliferators from North Korea, Pakistan, Russia and Iran are searching for insurgent situations where they can develop terrorist nuclear weapons in relative obscurity and threaten United States at the same time.
This story deals with high treason in Mexico and relative incompetence of Homeland Security in the United States.
A Nuclear Republic of Chiapas?
© by Bohdan O. Szuprowicz
I never thought that a meeting with an old friend could turn out to be a threat to my life.
It all began when I completed a consulting assignment at Los Alamos and began the long drive back home to Florida. I stopped for the night in Las Cruces. After dinner I called Armando Delacour, whom I knew since student days at London School of Economics. He was the scion of a wealthy Mexican family with a large hacienda outside Ciudad Juarez just across the Mexican border.
“Hola compadre!” he cried with joy when I invited him to throw down a few tequilas with me when I arrive in El Paso the following day. “But, Texas. No amigo. I cannot come across the border.”
“Why?” I asked.
Armando hesitated. After a few moments of uneasy silence, he spoke slowly and distinctly. “I often think about you. In fact, we should get together as soon as possible, but you must come to see me in Mexico.”
This I was not very keen to do. The Delacour hacienda lies in the foothills far from the city. Besides unpredictable delays at the border, it’s a long, dusty drive with numerous cattle gates that you have to open and close as you go along.
Armando anticipated my apprehensions.
“ I don’t expect you to come out to the hacienda,” he said. “No. It’s better you just wander across the border like another gringo. Yeah. Take the bus. They leave the Cielo Vista Shopping Mall every hour and visit several tourist traps in Juarez. Ignore all stops until you reach the Asombra Cantina. If you leave El Paso at noon we can have lunch…I shall explain all…Hasta manana, amigo.”
Armando hung up and did not wait for my answer. I was somewhat taken aback, but what the hell. I had time on my hands and nothing to lose. He made it easy for me.
The next morning I reached El Paso well before noon, parked my car at the shopping center and boarded the midday bus to Juarez. The Mexicans just waived us across the border, and after a few stops I got off at the Asombra. From the dusty street ornate double doors led to a beautiful courtyard with a lot of empty tables. Through another passage, I entered the inner restaurant with a very dark interior.
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