I think that’s the point. A bit of a reality check for those people who believe they know how things work in other countries based on their very superficial POV, despite failing at the basics.

That doesn’t seem to be true: https://www.elespectador.com/politica/petro-y-trump-llegan-a-acuerdos-gobierno-de-colombia-recibira-a-connacionales-deportados-por-estados-unidos/. Translating, it means that the Colombian government agreed to all of Trump’s terms for the deportation of immigrants. Additionally, militar planes have been used for deportations for some years now, it’s not a Trump-only thing.

Colombian government did just caved out in fear, no VISA for anyone and 50% tariffs is a way too big thing for Colombian people to just let Petro (our already impopular president) do it, specially right now when there’s a internal commotion status due to the rise of violence in Catatumbo, something that is mainly already his fault.

Colombia’s president already agreed to take all deportation flights, so tariffs are canceled.

I mean, you are also trading 2 lifes for 1 life. Indecision has consequences as well, so you have to do a tradeoff.

El Salvador: 1829.9

That’s number is Venezuela’s. El Salvador is 1703.8. Note the data is from 2017, 2 years before Bukele became president.

It’s more complex than that. A lot of the time the money mainly goes to foreigner companies. I know that happens here in Colombia, where Canadian companies get almost all profits for the extraction of esmeralds in Colombian soil.

Opposing to this in the remote regions where it is happening could get you killed, as said companies usually contract paramilitars to protect their interests, just like Coca-Cola did a few years ago.

You reminded me that one time we almost got killer/severely injured in a protest by a stun grenade.

This happened almost same time I saw some news of Israel killing protestors with tear gas grenades, as it fell into their head and skull, inducing lethal damage.

Anyway, I was with a friend and a bunch of people. Everything was peaceful and then, bam, out of nowhere it went to shit. We were used to it, but that time the tear gas was so bad that the neutralizer we brought was doing nothing. We were covered with a wall (bad idea, but we were panicking badly), and I wasn’t able to breath, so I wanted us to run away from there. I told him to let’s just run certain way, and I was so full of adrenaline and ready to run, but he stopped me. 1 second later, a stun grenade fell from the sky just 1 m away of us, in the direction I wanted us to run; no doubt it would have hit me in the head.

After that I just took his hand and we ran away, not able to see nor breath. Me holding his hand was a huge saver for both of us, as we could, more or less, guide each other. We ran some 20-30 m and just fell to the ground, but in a somewhat safe place. We crawled some 10 m more and just rest there. It took us some solid 15 minutes to catch our breath. Never said a word to my family.

Fun times.

Rozo, if you ever read this: queso.