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The Great Sewer Standoff

This month, our community drama had to do with the sewer line. The issue was urgent and completely solvable, but it became a huge bone of contention among the colonos. Here’s how it evolved. 

The clogged corner

The sewer lines were installed some 30 years ago. While they met the standards at the time, they do not meet current requirements and will need to be replaced. As we have several other projects going on, the sewer line has taken a back seat–that is, until it started causing a stink–literally.

Heavy rains this year, and an accumulation of pig poop, dirt, and even trash caused the drain at the corner of the road behind me to begin overflowing into the street. Disgusting! The person who lived on the corner was understandably distressed. The topic was brought up at the last community meeting, and the issue was assigned to the newly minted Consejo de Honor y Justicia.

The Consejo de Honor y Justicia’s role is to provide mediation between colonos, taking some of the workload from the mesa directiva. Therefore, the job was to assess the severity of the sewer issue, talk to those affected, and endeavor to come up with a satisfactory solution. The mesa directiva could then take the plan and implement it.

Well, they didn’t do that. In fact, the members of the Consejo insisted that resolving said issue was outside of their purview. And thus, the sewer situation became a stand-off. 

Commentary about the sewer was polarized. Some said that it was the responsibility of the person who was putting the pig poop in the drain to pay for it to be fixed. Others asserted that each property owner could do exactly as they pleased and no one could hold them accountable.

There were only two possible culprits when it came to pig poop. One emphatically denied using the sewer to discard their animals’ excrement. The other said that the person who lived on the corner was being “delicate” which makes me suspect that the insulter might know a bit more than she was admitting about the situation. 

Then the comments became more intense, with blame being directed at the Mesa Directiva and specifically Super Prez for the poor state of affairs found in La Yacata. At that point, I decided to step in and clarify some of the information being bandied about. I wrote a historical account of sorts, going back 30 years, about the different issues with the utilities in La Yacata, and posted it to the community WhatsApp group. 

The discharge point was nearly completely blocked.

Without blaming anyone specifically, I reminded everyone that as a community, each colono’s actions affected their neighbors, and situations such as the sewer line should be resolved without name-calling. I also reminded everyone that it is NOT acceptable to dispose of animal feces in the sewer. The sewer is basic and old, and pig poop will stop it up. Things settled down a bit, and the suspected pig shoveling culprit even apologized for her statements. 

Finally, Super Prez stepped in, as the situation could not wait until the next community meeting, and had his workers make a start at unclogging the drain. 

Working on the problem

The sewer will need to be replaced, and it’s on our long list of things to be addressed, although we hope that clearing it out a bit will extend its life just a little longer while we get the current projects sorted out. I’m sure this Sunday’s community meeting will be full of drama as always, but at least the smell has dissipated a bit. 

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The Clucking of Chickens

One afternoon, not long after our tense encounter with the infamous Chicken Feather Guy, I got a call from a fellow colona, her voice full of excitement. She had just come from the presidencia, and was eager to share what she witnessed there with me.

Apparently, Chicken Feather Guy had stormed into the Urban Development office while she was there asking about escrituras for a different fraccionamiento where she owns lots. There, she had front row seats to quite a public spectacle. Chicken Feather Guy launched into a tirade, his voice rising with fury, accusing Super Prez of refusing to recognize his claim to a lot. You know the one. His allegations spiraled. He insisted la gabacha (which, of course, is me) had also bought her lot from Chuchi, the previous administrator, which was a flat-out lie, and added that Super Prez had 300 lots. Also untrue. And I fail to see the relevance of either of these statements to his particular complaint, but ok, whatever. 

He wasn’t done. He swore up and down that he’d had that lot for over 20 years, another fabrication, while pacing and gesturing wildly, saying he’d just sell the lot and be done with it. When he finally paused for breath, the colona warned him that trying to sell that certificate would be fraud. At that, he switched gears, declaring with exaggerated indignation that he would never do such a thing, right.

The Urban Development guy, clearly weary of the theatrics, finally cut in. “This isn’t our jurisdiction,” he said. “Talk to the asociación civil.” Meaning: talk to us, the mesa directiva. That should’ve ended it. But Chicken Feather Guy, undeterred, puffed up and stormed out, muttering that he’d take his complaints straight to the presidenta.

The circus didn’t stop there.

The following week, Huesos, the very man who had sold Chicken Feather Guy that dubious lot, booked an appointment during our Thursday office hours. He arrived fired up, brandishing a rolled-up plan like a sword. He was furious, he said, because we had claimed the lot didn’t exist, and he had the documents to prove otherwise.

Unfazed, Super Prez calmly laid down a legal document of his own, showing that the very lot in question had been transferred years ago to his father, with Chuchi’s signature sealing the deal.

As we examined the paperwork Huesos brought, a tangled web began to unravel. The chain of custody traced back to an architect who had once done work for Chuchi and had allegedly been paid with that lot, a lot Chuchi never had the right to give. That architect had then sold the land to none other than Fidel El Pancho Villa, the eccentric old man with the tricycle who famously built La Chuecha.

Huesos confessed that he had bought the lot from Pancho Villa’s son, also named Fidel, who assured him everything was in order, except, he warned, he might have to pay off some outstanding aportaciones. Ironically, Pancho Villa owed nothing, and that reason was a complete lie made to justify the low selling price.

I reminded Huesos, again, that both my husband and I had warned him about the questionable status of that lot before he sold it to Chicken Feather Guy. And then, I looked him straight in the eye and asked: Did Chicken Feather Guy send you here?

He hesitated, then nodded. Yes.

I didn’t hold back. “The issue was never whether the lot exists,” I said. “It’s that Chuchi never had legal authority to sell it. You saw the document.”

He mumbled that he’d confront Fidel Jr. the next time he saw him. I invited him to bring Fidel to speak with us directly. But instead, Huesos lowered his eyes and quietly slunk away.

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So you have big dreams of buying a few acres in Mexico and living the good life? There’s more to living in Mexico than you might imagine. In a land where everybody’s finger is in the pie, it’s hard to find the proper channels to get basic services like water, sewage, and electricity installed. When one community has had enough, they staged a coup and launched La Yacata Revolution. Follow along with their attempts to restructure the Mexican political system in microcosm. Viva!

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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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