Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Spanish Friday ..... Drama!

 English translation below:

Bueno,
El cunado empezo a contarnos de su viaje......  De Veracruz a Florida!  Un viaje horrible.  El estaba en una camioneta por horas con muchos hombres apachurrados.  Habia un hombre que les dijo cuando dormir, caminar, comer (si habia comida para comer) etc....  La verdad es que por algun razon el no queria contarnos todo.....  Todavia no se porque.  No se si la experencia fue traumatica.
 
El cunado era joven.  Tuvo como 20 anos con una esposa y 3 hijos.  El trabajo para el ejercito mexicano por 2 anos y despues recojiendo naranjas.  Fue su primera vez en el Estados Unidos.  No estuvimos en una ciudad grande.  El Mexicano y yo viviamos en las afueras donde habian vacas, y caballos.  No habia tiendas cercas.  Todos tenian carros.  No puedo imajinar como el sentia.  Estar en un pais diferente, con El Mexicano y yo que nunca se habia reunido.

Tiempo para DRAMA!!!!

El cunado pregunto si podia hacer unas llamaditas a su esposa y hermano.  Claro que si le dije!  El llamo su esposa y despues llamo a su hermano que vivia en CHICAGO!

QUE???  CHICAGO?   Yo pense que no tuvo familia aqui!  El Mexicano me miro con los ojos bien abiertos!  Eso fue una sorpresa......

El cunado empezo a trabajar con El Mexicano.  El Mexicano enseno a el como pintar.  Todos los dias el cunado estaba contando al Mexicano que su hermano no tiene trabajo y bla bla bla.......

Bueno, tu sabes que paso verdad?

Bienvenido Rodrigo! El hermano del cunado............... ........ y................................. Bienvenido  Nicole! La novia del Rodrigo!!!!

El Mexicano con un corazon del tamano de Texas acepto el hermano del cunado pero la Nicole fue una sopresa grande!

Yo recuerdo cuando ellos llegaron a Georgia de Chicago.  Llamaron al Mexicano y El Mexicano y cunado fueron a recojer a Rodrigo..... no supimos nada de Nicole!

Estaba en casa esperando a conocer el Rodrigo y estaba pensando en los arreglos para dormir.  El Mexicano y yo en nuestra dormitorio y Rodrigo y el cunado en el otro dormitorio.  Solo faltamos una cama...

El Mexicano me llamo del camino y me dijo que habia otra sorpresa.  QUE!  OTRA SORPRESA!  QUE NO!!!!  QUE SORPRESA?  El me dijo, " vas a ver"  Le dije, "DIME YA"  El Mexicano me dijo que habia una persona extra........la Nicole!  Yo me puse super braba!  No porque era mujer, pero porque no habia mas espacio en el apartamento y yo no estaba  proporcionando una casa por cada persona que quiere trabajar con El Mexicano!   No somos un hotel!

Ellos llegaron a casa.  Abri la puerta.

AY! DIOS MIO!

El Rodrigo y la Nicole se parecien miembros de las  pandillas.  El Rodrigo con una bandana en su cabesa, pantalones casi al piso,  tatuajes por todo el cuerpo y la Nicole igual!  Ella tenia tatuajes en los dedos! Oh No! NO! NO! NO!

Dejame explicar algo.  Yo no tengo nada en contra del estilo pandillera.  Si te gusta los pantalones bien sueltos esta bien.  Si te gusta los tatuajes, esta bien, pero si estas en una pandilla no quiero que vives conmigo.  No me gusta la violencia ni que significan las pandillas! pero a mi me gusta el estilo de los cholos!

No hola, mucho gusto, gracias por su ayuda, NADA y me sentia como  explotar de la rabia!  Dijo al Mexicano, "puedo hablar contigo?"  El y yo fuimos a discutir que estaba pasando.  El Mexicano no sabia que nada de eso va a pasar y yo lo creia.  Fue sopresa y mas sopresas y mas sopresas.   Estaba cansada de sopresas!  Si me vas a dar una sorpresa, dame una joya.....

Cuando El Mexicano y yo fuimos en la sala despues de discutir todo que estaba pasando........ El Rodrigo y La Nicole estaban lavando su ropa!   Nunca preguntaron si podrian utilizar la lavadora!  OK AHORA ESTOY ENOJADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Si mi memoria  es correcta,  empece a golpear cosas y  yo exigido que en 3 semanas (tiempo suficiente para recojer un deposito para un apartamento) queria que todos SE FUERAN! (con la excepcion  del mexicano)


Dias comenzaron a pasar, la Nicole venia a  la cocina a tratar de hablar  conmigo. Primero trato  hablar conmigo como si yo fuera una chica de la calle ....... eso no funciono. Estabamos en dos lugares diferentes en la vida. Ella me hablaba como una chica dura usando mucha "slang" pero siempre la respondia en apropiado Ingles.


Un dia le pregunte, "de donde son tus padres? Pense que ella era latina. Ella me dijo," son de aquí. Soy nativa americana." Le pregunte,  "cuanto tiempo  tienen juntos tu y Rodrigo?". Ella me dijo que 3 meses. Entonces ella me hizo una pregunta. "Sabes donde puedo conseguir un trabajo por aqui? Quiero ayudar a Rodrigo. Yo estaba pensando en aplicar en el Waffle House."  Le dije, "esta bien Nicole, dime cuando estas lista y te llevo a aplicar por un trabajo ahi."  Ella me pregunto, "me puedes llevar ya?"  Le dije, "si vamos!" 



La lleve a Waffle House.   Ella regreso al carro con una mirada de tristeza.  Le pregunte, "que paso?"  Me dijo, "ellos necesitan un permiso de la escuela para poder  trabajar."  La miro y dijo, "Nicole, cuantos anos tienes?"  Me dijo, "15"

"QUINCE!!!!!!!!!  Yo pense que tuvistes 18!!!  Oh no, eso no esta bien!  Le pregunte" tus padres saben donde estas?"   Me dijo, "Bueno, antes de irme hable con mi abuelo y le dije a el"   Oh no, Oh no, Oh no....Tengo que hablar con El Mexicano!  Solomente tiene 15 anos, ella es un menor de edad!

Cuando llegamos a casa llame al Mexicano.  Le dije, Sabes que la Nicole tiene 15 anos?????  Ella es una menor de edad y la unica persona en su familia que sabe donde esta es el abuelo.  Quizas estamos escondiendo  una  fugitiva !  Tienes que hablar con El Rodrigo.  Creo que es mejor si ella regresa con su familia....


hasta la proxima post...... no puedo pensar mas en espanol! 






Ok, 
The brother in law started to tell us about his trip ...... From Veracruz to Florida! A horrible trip. He was in a van for hours with a lot of men squeezed together without much room. There was a man who told them when to sleep, walk, eat (if there was food to eat) and so on .... The truth is that for some reason he did not want to tell us everything ..... Still do not know why.  I don't know if the experience was traumatic.


The brother in law was young. He was about 20 years old with a wife and 3 children. He worked for the Mexican army for 2 years and then gathering oranges. It was his first time in the United States. We were not in a big city. The Mexican and I lived in the "country" where they had cows and horses. There were no stores nearby. Everyone had cars. I can not imagine how he felt. Being in a different country, with El Mexicano and I, whom he  had never met.


DRAMA TIME!


The brother in law asked if he could make a quick call to his wife and brother. Of course I said! He called his wife and then he called his brother who lived in Chicago!


WHAT?? CHICAGO? I thought he didn't have family here! The Mexican looked at me with eyes wide open! That was a surprise ......


The brother started working with El Mexicano. The Mexican taught him how to paint. Every day the brother in law was telling the Mexican that his brother had no job and bla bla bla .......


Well, you know what  happened right?


Welcome Rodrigo! The brother in law's brother .......... and. ....... Welcome Nicole ........ Rodrigo's girlfriend!


The Mexican with a heart the size of Texas accepted the brother-in-law's brother,  but Nicole was a big surprise!


I remember when they came to Georgia from Chicago. They called the Mexican and the Mexican and brother in law went to pick up Rodrigo ..... We did not know anything about Nicole!


I was at home waiting to meet Rodrigo and was thinking about sleeping arrangements. The Mexican and me in our bedroom and Rodrigo and brother in law in the other bedroom. We were only missing one bed ...


The Mexican called me and told me there was another surprise. WHAT! ANOTHER SURPRISE! NO!! WHAT SURPRISE? He said, "you'll see" I said, "TELL ME NOW!" The Mexican said he had an extra person ..... Nicole! I was super mad! Not because she was female, because there wasn't any more space in the apartment and I was not providing a home for every person who wanted to work with the Mexican! We are not a hotel!


They came home. I opened the door. OH! MY GOD! Rodrigo and Nicole looked like gang members. Rodrigo with a bandana on his head, pants almost to the floor, tattoos all over his body and Nicole looked the same! She had tattoos on her fingers!


Let me explain something. I have nothing against style. If you like baggy pants, that's cool. If you like tattoos, fine, but if you're in a gang, i  do not want you living with me. I do not like violence or what gangs are all about!  I do like the "cholo" style though......


No hello, nice to meet you, thanks for your help, I felt like exploding from the rage! I asked the Mexican, "can I talk to you?" He and I were discussing what was happening. The Mexican did not know about any of this and I believed him. It was surprise after surprise after surprise. I was tired of surprises. If you want to give me a surprise, give me jewerly .....


When El Mexicano and I went back in the room after discussing everything that was going on ........ Rodrigo and Nicole were washing their clothes! They never asked if they could use the washing machine! OK NOW I'M ANGRY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



If my memory is correct, I started slamming things around and demanded that in 3 weeks (enough time to come up with a deposit for an apartment) i wanted EVERYONE GONE!  (except the mexican)


Days started passing by and  Nicole would come in the kitchen and try to make small talk.  1st she tried talking to me like i was one of her home girls....... that didn't work.  We were in 2 different places in life.  She'd talk to me all tough and using all this slang and i'd just answer her back in proper English.


One day I asked her, so where are your parents from?  I thought she was latina.  She told me they are from here.  I'm Native American.   I asked her how long had her and Rodrigo been together.  She told me 3 months.  Then she asked me a question.  Do you know where I can get a job around here?  I want to help out Rodrigo.  I was thinking of applying at the Waffle House.   
I said, "Nicole, tell me when you're ready and I will take you to apply for a job there." She asked me, "can you take me now?" I said, "Yes, let's go!"

I took her to Waffle House. She came back to the car looking so sad. I asked, "What happened?" She said, "they need a school form that gives me permission to work."  I looked at her and said, "Nicole, how old are you? " She said, "15"



"FIFTEEN !!!!!!!!! I thought you were 18! Oh no, that's not good! Nicole,  "do your parents know where you are?"  I  asked.  She said, "Well, before I left I talked to my grandfather, he knows...... Oh no, Oh no, Oh no .... I have to talk to the Mexican! She is a minor



When we got home, I called  The Mexican. I said, "Nicole is 15 years old!!!!! She is a minor and the only person in her family who knows where she is, is GRANDAD  . Maybe we are hiding a fugitive! (or a runaway!)   You have to talk to Rodrigo. I think it's better if she goes home to her family ....

To be continued......  Can not think anymore! This was an English/Spanish workout if I've ever had one!  Wooh!

12 comments:

  1. This story sounds just like the things I've went through with my husband. We also own a painting company. For the first 6 years that we were together we always had people living with us. I got really mad when my husband asked if a friend could stay with us and I told him no because that same guy stayed with us before and never helped pay for ANYTHING! We guess what not only did the guy come but so did his pregnant wife. I told my hubby I said no and they had 2 weeks to move. That came and went so finally I had to tell the girl they need to move. She said my husband told her I said it was ok. Well now he has learned his lesson and we have lived alone the past 4 years. We have a 3 bedroom house and 5 kids sorry no room for anyone else.

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  2. Tonya
    Yes, ur scenario sounds all too familiar. This happened years and years ago, now we live alone and I prefer to keep it that way. Even if a family member needs a place to stay, i've gotta put a time limit on it or charge rent and stress it is a TEMPORARY situtation. All in all its just these folks mentioned above and The Mexican's brother has lived with us a couple of times.

    Glad you home is just you and your family now!!! It's best that way and definitely drama free.

    Thanks for your comment!

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  3. Oh Tara, what an uncomfortable experience. Congratulations for your post in Spanish! You did a great job!

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  4. Thanks Jackie. My 501 fully conjugated in all tenses spanish verbs book came in extrememely handy! LOL

    Thanks for your post amiga!

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  5. LOL - It is never boring! Yes, the family members keep coming unless you put your foot down. We have had a lot of uncles, cousins, etc, but finally my husband got as annoyed as I was and said no más. I don't mind helping people, but too many took advantage and didn't even seem grateful. It can get crazy! Can't wait to hear the rest of your story!

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  6. Tracy,
    My husband and I are on the same page now when it comes to "his" family members wanting to stay for a while. (i said it that way, because mine never do)

    Trying really hard to condense story down, there was so much inbetween all the lines as well.

    Hopefully it will be finished by next post!

    Thanks for commenting!

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  7. Lo siento mucho por sus problemas!!! Hay muchos mexicanos aqui en E.U. que solo quieren trabajar.... Y tienen muchas problemas sin papeles...Es muy serioy triste!Tu vees el video en mi blog? Quiero ayudar pero no en mi casa...Vaya con Dios!!!!

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  8. CorollaRN
    I am going to go visit ur blog and check out the video. It will probably be later tonight or sometime next week porque el mexicano y yo are spring cleaning and we have tons to do and can't stop now.

    promise, i'll check it out!

    thanks for your post. (side not) yes, el cunado really did want to work, but the brother and girl friend were just free-loafing........

    Cuidate!

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  9. Oh my! This is much better than any old boring telenovela! But I'm sad that you had to go through so much drama. Can't wait to read the next installment.

    Una cosa mas...Te salio muy bien tu post en Español. Felicidades! :)

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  10. Leslie,

    Thanks so much for your sweet compliment!
    I'm hoping i can wrap up all this drama in my next post.....

    Gonna go work on it now. Thought about u this weekend when i was at the latino market.... gotta get some of those chiles you use a lot in your recetas!! Can't wait to try some of the dishes!

    Take care

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  11. Tara! WTH? I hate to say it but sometimes even family takes advantage. I would've flipped out seeing somebody I never knew anything about until they were on my front door step, suddenly started using my washing machine without first asking permission. I'm a softie, too. Have a hard time saying "no." Glad you put your foot down. ... Great writing, too. I don't think I could write that much Spanish in one sitting. ; D

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  12. Ezzy,
    Thanks for commenting! Yes, i freaked when they started washing clothes.

    This post was a challenge to write in espanol!

    Thanks for your sweet words!

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