Out at last

Guess whom came by to say hello this afternoon... Jose Angel and some of the other buddies that were loaded up on the Police truck Friday morning 6AM, while everybody was asleep.

They said they had the most horrible experience of their lives.
Being locked up in a concrete box is bad enough... imagine being a 10 or 15 year old!
They were eaten alive by hundreds of mosquitoes. His arms were covered in mosquito bites.
They were almost starved to death (it is amazing how much weight a 16 year old can loose in just 5 days.) The first thing he asked for was something to eat, he was starving.
The food that Doña Esperanza had sent over to her Chavalos made it into the Police Station, but it never got further than the offices.
It never arrived at it's final destination... the hungry children.
If that doesn't tell you something about the kind of people in charge, nothing will.
And on top of that, they made the Chavalos clean out the Plantel of the market.
The plantel is a dirty piece of the market that is used to collect all the dirt and garbage. The rotten left overs of fruit, vegetables and the rare pieces of animals or fish that nobody wants to eat.
The Chavalos needed to clean this place up.
They were not given food or even water to drink.
You don't have to use a lot of imagination to imagine the smells of the Plantel and it's garbage in this 90/32 degree heat of Nicaragua!
I wonder what the people in charge would say or do if it were their own children who were exploited like this.
If anybody will be questioned, I have a feeling that it would be me.
That's how it usually goes here!
More than often the problem is far less important than the messenger.

Anyway... they're out.
I bought him a "baho" to eat and a can of coke.
Then he went straight to see his brothers in Nindiri.