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I WAS AN ILLEGAL ALIEN IN MEXICO !


I’m going to tell you a story and I hope the people from the Dark Side of the market don’t twist it and use it to discredit me. If they do, it will be a refreshing change from their lying about me.

It’s true, I was an illegal alien and I escaped only through the efforts of my attorney (and friend and partner) Enrique Zepeda, the assistance of a symathetic Mexican immigration–or illigration–official and payment of a modest fine. Here’s how I came to be in this situation.

 On September first my friend Jana Goncheroff and I–on the second of three days of travel–drove across the border from Laredo, Texas to Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas. All barriers and gates were open, we were not challenged by anyone and no Mexican officials asked to see our documents and permits.

Following three rewarding days in San Miguel de Allende with my very artisticly talented and loving friends Dorothy and Tom Knapp, I took a bus to Mexico City where I was met by Dali collector and expert Enrique Zepeda and his aristocratic father (also an esteemed attorney). After lunch as Sr. Zepeda Sr’s guests in a wonderful Spanish restaurant, Enrique and I drove to his house in the southern foothills. His beautiful family awaited us.

Three days with Enrique, Silvia, Iñigo and Diego can be described only as intellectually stimulating and filled with loving hospitality. We ate supurb food, visited Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo’s Casa Azul and the sensational museum built for the benefit of the Mexican people by Carlos Slim, the richest man in the world. We actually encountered Slim and his body guards (6). I was also totally charmed by a visit with Enrique’s mother and explored the neighborhood which is half an old village that Mexico City overgrew.

When I tried to check in for my flight to Gringolandia (my 1,089th) it was discovered that I had not been officially, and therefore legally, admitted to the country. I was an illegal alien. It wasn’t my first time. Back in 1968 I crossed the West African country of Dahomey by skirting both border check points while I was fleeing from the Nigerian civil war in Biafra.

I am grateful for the guidence of Enrique and Silvia through the official channels. Mexico was probably relieved to see a troublemaker like me leave the country. Next week it’s off to Europe.

Oh yea, that reference to Enrique Zepeda as my partner….stay tuned. It’s going to be good.