Share a Juarez story

Wednesday, June 23, 2010 1:24 AM

Every day I hear at least one comment of what is going on in Cd. Juarez. Story after story about atrocities that happen every day and many of them are heart-breaking, others are horrible and many of them just plain bizarre or surreal. I think about Juarenzes and wonder what their everyday life is like. They are in the midst of the violence and yet they have to keep living the best way that they can. I wonder what they think of it all and I wonder if there is a solution for the situation. I also wonder if any of the stories I hear are real. Why wouldn’t they?

Then again, even before the violence, Juarez was always a city where anything can happen. Juarez had a personality, a unique identity and anyone who visited, would always have a story about it.

In an attempt to record this moment in our borderland history we ask that you share by posting any memories or stories about Juarez. Please post it with us here. Thank you.

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8 Comments

Wednesday, June 23, 2010 1:25 AM
I grew up in Juarez in a neighborhood close to el centro by la catedral. I remember that after coming back from school, having dinner and doing our homework, my mother would let us play outside with our friends. It was fun… we used to play polis y ratas, ride our bikes and play so many fun games. But I especially remember the summer nights in Cd. Juarez. There was no school so mother would let us stay up very late and we would play until very late at night. Mother refused to let us watch tv… she preferred we play and exercise outside. Every now and then, mother would get us all kids in the neighborhood on the back of her mustard colored toyota pickup truck, we would load our bikes and a couple of balls… and she would take us to the park… either to el chami… o el parque Borunda. Of course we would stop by this little whole-in-the-wall taqueria del Tio Iginio. Oh… those tacos were the best! They were little and filled with beans or potatoes… mother would order them to go and she would give us all kids tacos once we were at the park. We would play, laugh, fight and even cry… but it was all good. We would go home until we were all sooo tired…. man… that was fun. Those were the good old days.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010 2:08 AM
Recuerdo que un dia invite a mi novia al borunda. Estabamos comiendo unas enchiladas rojas y al poco tiempo empezo a caer una tormenta que duro aproximadamente 20 minutos-tiempo suficiente para que se inundara la calle donde dejamos el carro. Camino hacia el carro, el agua nos llegaba hasta las rodillas. Lo divertido es que mi novia iba muy arreglada y ya sabran como termino-empapada! Esos eran buenos tiempos-disfrutar unas enchiladas en la tormenta. Arriba el parque borunda!
Friday, August 13, 2010 8:07 AM
so many great stories... (sigh) i was raised in juarez for the most part by my grandma cuz my mom would work all week long so i would only spend time with her on the weekends for the most part... but those weekends were magical anyway, i loved the fact that there was always something to do over there. whether it was just simply playing futbol on the street with ur friends and family or walking to the corner store to buy junk food with your "hard earned" pesos and just sit on the curve eating them. it is a city that still has something awesome and undescribable. nowadays when i go back there to visit friends and family, i can still see a little sparkle of it. i don't know you guys but... driving around the neighborhood on your way home.. around the time when the sun its setting down... you can't help but remember those days when we were younger.... all those delicious food scents in the air, the colors of the sky, the old ladies sitting on their lounging chairs just outside of their door, the dogs barking, the kids banging the parked cars with their futbol balls... and that tingling felling you would get when you just had gotten home and you where about to have dinner with your family... (sigh)... priceless
Friday, August 13, 2010 6:46 AM
Nice stories
Friday, August 13, 2010 6:00 PM
Hello
Thursday, September 2, 2010 2:50 AM
Soy un juarense sin haber nacido en Ciudad Juárez, tengo más de 20 años viviendo aquí y mi memoria sobre esta ciudad me lleva a verla como una ciudad próspera, que da la bienvenida y ofrece oportunidades a migrantes de muchas partes de México y otros países, con mucha tradición, gastronomía, con una cultura diferente al de muchas ciudades del interior del pais, uno puede estar en otro pais en menos de 2 horas (a veces menos) y "me duele" verla así ahora... la gente busca salir y vivir en otra parte, otras esperan que las cosas se calmen, dicen "no hay mal que dure cien años", con todo mi corazón deseo que esto pare, que esto mejore, que esto tenga una razón...
Friday, October 8, 2010 9:14 AM
gracias por compartir sus historias.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010 3:12 AM
No nomas una, pero muchos bonitos recuerdos. Desde cuando eramos niños y mi papa nos llevaba al cine Victoria, entrabamos armados de dulces y pepitas que vendian las 'marias' ahi afuera. Aun recuerdo como cada vez me embebia en los detalles de la sala. Y al salir todavia queriamos revivir las escenas de los cartelones del pasillo. Terminabamos las noches haciendo la obligada visita a la taqueria 'paly'. Cuando evoco recuerdos de mi padre, recuerdo a Juarez y viceversa.

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