The Mexican jail in which the author was unjustly confined was like nothing any American would expect. "Co-ed" with young children running about, shops selling all manner of goods including drugs, condos for the privileged and others sleeping on the out in the open, It would strike anyone as bizarre as the bar in the first Star Wars movie. Inside the 20 foot concrete and barbed wire high walls, the large block in eastern Tijuana was truly a "little city" and each inmate there had his or her own fascinating story to tell about their encounter with the "system" in Mexico.
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