[ wp ] Mexico falls to communism in the 70 's and the threat of a full scale American invasion is at its highest .

–¡*Ya valió verga*! 
 It's the only thing I could think as I listened to the radio cast while on my way to work. Traffic was hell, as usual. One would think the embargo would have reduced the number of cars in Mexico City but Viaducto Tlalpan was just as crowded as it always had been. 
 
 I should have known it would come to this, I had warned my colleagues and had been be proven right, numerous times over the past eight years since the `` communist'' rise and the border shutdown, and you'd think the mounting rhetoric over the past months would have prepared me, but to hear the culmination of my fears over the radio on that gray Monday morning was still shocking. 
 
 There could be no other way to interpret Reagan's words: the skirmishes in the Texas/Coahuila line over the past few weeks were the excuse he needed, probably fabricated himself, the invasion was imminent. And to think I fought so hard for this, to see my country rise so that communities decided their destiny. How naive, how stupid, just like Russia, and Cuba we would have no communism, just a veiled dictatorship that called itself the People's Government. And now the inevitable outcome, a full-scale confrontation with the biggest military power in the world. 
 
 Would we be nuked? I guess not unless our allies nuked them first. And what hope? To be stuck in an endless fight that would destroy our country and the parts of the United States that used to be our country. 
 As I was silently crying, having lost hope that diplomacy would succeed, I felt a jolt on the wheel and then the whole car shook, hell the buildings shook, the road itself, everything seemed to be waving like in a dream. `` That must be it, I'm dreaming.'' I thought. Then the hotel on my right crumbled down, the Volkswagen in front of me was crushed under a falling bridge. `` It's stared, we're being nuked'' `` ¡*Puta madre*!''. 
 
 Yet after a few minutes of the whole world shaking, it all stopped, no explosions, no mushroom cloud, nothing but a devastated landscape around me and the few others who had incredulously crawled out of their cars. 
 The next few days were the worst and the best I could have hoped for. As we organized brigades to rescue those still trapped under the rubble, the whole machinery of war that had so ominously crawled towards us, stopped. The military forces amassed at the border were soon replaced by aid forces, Red-cross workers, ambulances, fire trucks, doctors and nurses, all trying to reach what was left of Mexico City. The earthquake had brought us to our knees, it probably also saved us from the long nightmare of war.
