Caso Gasolinazo  I spent all day yesterday writing and
uploading, and barely got a page into my maquiladora paper,
which technically should write itself. My inactivity didn't stop
me from getting enough new information to oblige me to spend a
similar amount of time writing today, but I'll try to cut it
short. I'll never be able to leave the house (apart from going
to the slowest internet café in the world) at this rate.  I
chatted with Teto a few times yesterday- he was in and out of
the house. He and his new wife and baby boy are planning to move
to Germany, where she's from, in a month. He made it quite clear
to me, when I expressed pleasure for him, that it was only a
personal escape, not a solution. It was painful, he said, to not
be able to do anything about the terrible situation in Honduras
and to leave his friends and family, but it was better for the
child. He's been trying to get out of the country since I met
him, and his good looks and charm have finally paid off. He's
studying German and is impre