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Chicken Feather Guy’s Chueca

During one of our Yacata business receiving days, the Chicken Feather Guy showed up to demand recognition of a certificate he had in his possession. Everything that came out of his mouth was a lie. But we’ll get to that in a minute. When things ended up not going his way, he started spouting threats. He threatened legal action. He threatened to go to the presidencia (town hall). He threatened bringing his moros (I expect he meant his henchmen…disagreeable individuals that will do his bidding.) 

Unraveling the tale wasn’t all that difficult. Here’s how this started. Chuchi, the previous person in charge, sold lots to the left, lots to the right, lots that didn’t exist, lots with other owners, and so on. This lot in question was part of a parcel that belonged to Super Prez’s father, and he has the documentation to prove it. Chuchi sold it anyway to an elderly gentleman known as Fidel el Pancho Villa. Good ol’ Pancho Villa came out regularly with his personal albanil (bricklayer) on his tricycle and eventually a sort of finca (structure), complete with wagon wheel window, evolved. We called it la chueca (the crooked house) because, man, was it crooked. 

Eventually, Pancho Villa died, and his son found the certificate. He came out one day to La Yacata to talk to me about it on a huge spotted horse. I told him that, unfortunately, this certificate was not valid. For clarification, he’d need to speak with Super Prez. So he did. I don’t know if he rode his horse there or not; Super Prez never mentioned it. But the conversation occurred. 

Knowing that the certificate was not valid, the son of Pancho Villa sold it anyway for $5000. The new owner, Huesos (Boney), had some chickens and came out for a while, but less than 6 months later, he sold the lot to Chicken Feather Guy for $3,500 and a potrillo (colt). He told Chicken Feather Guy there were problems with the lot, having talked to me about it, and that he was selling the certificate as is. Chicken Feather Guy came to me with the certificate, and I told him the same story. He seemed to accept that and dismantled the structure that Pancho Villa had built so that he could at least recoup some of his investment. 

Ten years later, he shows up during our “office hours.” I told Super Prez that I wasn’t getting involved because he just infuriates me. Super Prez said to him that the certificate wasn’t valid. Chicken Feather Guy insisted that it was because my husband measured the lot. Then he said he had a certificate issued by us, which wasn’t true. Then he said no one ever told him the certificate was invalid. Of course, I know that I spoke with him personally. I confirmed with Huesos that he had as well. My husband and the Cow Barn Guy had also talked to Chicken Feather Guy about the lot have problems. 

Super Prez asked him to bring all his documentation so we could meet again next week. Chicken Feather Guy hemmed and hawed and then again said he’d go directly to the mayor’s brother. Super Prez countered that he had just come from a meeting with the mayor’s brother, indicating that wasn’t a valid threat. Chicken Feather said he was going to bring everyone involved, Huesos, Pancho Villa’s son, and my husband. Super Prez that was a great idea. Chicken Feather Guy left in a huff. 

Minutes after he left, I happened upon Cow Barn Guy with Huesos on my walk with Cocoa. I confirmed the story as I knew it and both verified that they had told Chicken Feather Guy about issues with the lot, and he bought it anyway. 

As Chicken Feather Guy is a disagreeable sort, I’m sure we haven’t heard the last of it. 

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La Yacata Revolution: How NOT to Buy a Piece of Heaven in Mexico

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🔥 La Yacata Revolution is the true tale of how neighbors took matters into their own hands and tried to restructure the Mexican political system—on a grassroots level.

Viva la revolución! ✊
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My Stupendous Fall

Walking around La Yacata has always been a bit of a treacherous endeavor. The roads are uneven and filled with what my son and I call “ravines” from the intense gullywashers during the rainy season. The sidewalks are about as safe as any sidewalk in Mexico, meaning not very. Ramps to garages make steep drop-offs. Sidewalks broken to lay water or drainage pipes and then reset are accidents waiting to happen. Tree roots push the cement nearly vertically, and so on. 

Well, that accident waiting to happen finally did. I was walking along with Cocoa, and I stubbed my foot on a piece of sidewalk that wasn’t level. I didn’t fall immediately. No, that would have been less spectacular. Instead, I stumbled along for another 10-15 feet, gaining momentum until I finally fell. My head hit a rock just off the edge of the sidewalk. I saw it clearly as a was hurtling through space and time towards it. 

I may have blacked out for a second, because I don’t remember sitting up. Or maybe I do. It’s a little hazy. It couldn’t have been for more than a second, though, because my head laceration hadn’t started to bleed yet. 

Super Prez and one of his workers were up the road doing some road measurement things when I fell. They approached while I sat there on the sidewalk, a bit stunned. Cocoa wouldn’t let them get very close. 

My Spanish flew out of my head and I started what must have seemed like babbling to them in English. My husband was working down at the corner and I knew Cocoa wouldn’t let anyone but him approach. With a conscious effort, I switched to Spanish and relayed this information to them. Then the blood started gushing from my head.

My glasses were missing a lens and I couldn’t see with the blood in my eyes anyway, so I just sat there until my husband arrived. He tried pulling me up, but that wouldn’t do. I got up myself. Then he took my arm to shuffle me to the house. Again, that wouldn’t do. I could walk fine; I just couldn’t see. I gave him Cocoa’s leash and put my hand on his shoulder to guide me. 

After the bleeding stopped, my husband left me with Cocoa and went back to work. My son didn’t get home until later in the afternoon, even though I tried calling him. He immediately cleaned and dressed my head, and I went back to bed. I contacted my teaching job and sent them a picture of my face to explain why I couldn’t teach that day. I had five classes that afternoon, so it was a financial disaster, but it just wasn’t going to happen.

I probably should have had stitches. The wound on my head took several days to scab up, and I’m pretty sure it will leave a scar. I used Árnica Mexicana (Heterotheca inuloides) and sábila (aloe vera) to treat my injuries, with some cola de caballo (Equisetum hyemale) wash for inflammation.

The following day, I let the people of La Yacata know I would be unavailable. While that didn’t completely stop them from bringing questions or documents, it did lessen the number of visitors. Not that I could see them anyway, as my eye had ballooned up quite a bit. I received a few kind messages wishing me a speedy recovery and telling me that I was “needed” by the community. It’s always nice to feel valued and essential.

I requested that I be allowed to teach without my camera on over the weekend because my eye was still so horrible. The company said I could as long as I started the class with it on and explained why I was turning it off to the students. The whole point was I didn’t want them grossed out, but I did what they outlined because I was just too tired to look for another job. 

The following Thursday, my shiner was still vividly purple, but the swelling had gone down enough to manage tasks and send out the message that I was back in business. There were so many Yacata things to get done and nobody but me to do them. 

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Second CFE Billing Cycle

After the dispapaye (chaos) of the last billing cycle, we were determined to get our ducks in a row before the next. We started with the list of 8 meters which were not in the system or entered incorrectly and the incorrect numbering (lots instead of official numbers). Super Prez created a list requesting the lot numbers be changed to the official numbers, and every colono with electricity signed it. As I mentioned before, the municipio had granted Super Prez the authority to generate the official numbers and he had a letter to that effect from the presidencia (town hall). However, when he presented the list to the local CFE office, they called the regional CFE office, which said that it wouldn’t do. 

Meanwhile, the restructuring at the CFE main offices was going on. If you recall, CFE begged off from attending our convivio (community gathering) in November because several higher-ups, including the local representative, had been fired for corruption. In the free-for-all that followed, the CFE supervisor who oversaw the electricity installation in La Yacata was promoted to fill one of the vacancies. While that might be perceived as good, as he was aware of our situation, it didn’t seem to matter any. He came on a site inspection with one of the more senior supervisors who threw a fit, saying we committed fraud as we certainly didn’t qualify for this federal program. 

Super Prez was summoned to the regional office to account for our sins or some other such nonsense. The gathered CFE overseers accused him (and us) of misrepresenting La Yacata so we could receive this federal grant. Super Prez explained that the grant was a complete surprise to us. He then turned it around and told them to check their records to see who had approved the project. He waited while they dug around. They came back chagrinned. The application had one signature, a colono, not even on the mesa directiva (board of directors). None of the information about the status of La Yacata had been filled out, because, not surprisingly, the colono didn’t know any of it. 

So what we believe happened is that at some point a year or so ago, a CFE grant scouting party stopped by and came across the colono sitting in front of his house. Instead of sending them to me up the road, this colono took it upon himself to become the community representative, and the grant scouting party accepted that. Since the grant money had to be spent and we obviously needed electricity, the scouting party submitted the application, which somebody approved. We first heard of the grant when CFE showed up with a plan and start date. We certainly weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and gladly accepted. 

Anyway, with some grumbling, the issue was dropped. However, it took several more trips to the regional and local CFE offices for the official numbers generated by Super Prez with full municipal authority to be accepted. 

When that happened, Super Prez also got the go-ahead to connect the 39 muretes (posts) and fincas (buildings) that had not been included in the initial project. I worked with each colono to gather the required photos and documentation. (See Downed Lines and New Connections

When the first additional solicitud (application) was finally ready, I handed the folder of items off and told the colono to go at 9 am Monday to the CFE office. He did, and on Tuesday, CFE zoomed into La Yacata, found me walking Cocoa, and asked for directions to the house. The electricity was installed that very day. 

Now that we had official numbers, we needed to put them up on the walls. I bugged and bugged, sending messages and calling colonos so that they would put those numbers up before the next CFE bills arrived. We still didn’t have the street signs up, but the numbers started popping up. It made my heart glad! Things were beginning to feel like a community instead of a wasteland. 

Turns out, all that effort wasn’t needed. When the CFE delivery guy came, he encountered the same colono who had made himself the official representative for the grant. He handed over the entire stack of recibos. The colono didn’t want to be responsible for all those bills, so he brought them to my door. I sent the word out that I had them for everyone to come and pick up. There were still four missing bills and two others that I wasn’t sure were correct. Well, I suppose we have to take what we get. I sent the two I thought were incorrect to the CFE office with pictures of their meters and the bill and told the other four that we’d wait for another billing cycle and see what happened.

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