The border town that offered George Strait the inspiration for composing “Blame It on Mexico”,  town where Antonio Banderas and Salma Hayek jumped from burning buildings on “Desperado”, a place that George Clooney, Quentin Tarantino, Alfonso Arau, and Lina Santos have witnessed its uniqueness, is the same town where the first nachos in history were served at the MacCrossby’s  Bar. Five years ago, it offered endemic traditions, and great norteño recipes. Travelers delightfully visited Ciudad Acuña and toured its historical streets listening to accordion sounds, tasting cerveza fina, meeting beautiful people, trying on sarapes and perhaps being impressed by a Gustavo Ramos artwork all in an Amistad atmosphere. This Wild West tale bubble blew up for decades until the mind of lazy wicked people who have never produced a gram of beans in their lives saw the same beauty that Robert Rodriguez caught in his camera years ago, this time with a different intention. These drug dealers allied with corrupted authorities in order to be allowed to extortion, kidnap and frighten the people and take away a monthly fee. The legendary street freshness tourists used to call “Little Las Vegas” began to leak drop after drop, and what it used to be a touristic emblematic destiny is by now a dry surrealist creek. The nostalgic tourists still monitor their embassy warning sites to see if the plague, has disappeared from the “Tierra de la Amistad”, but unfortunately the bad news keep coming out. This time it’s the governor’s nephew Jose Eduardo Moreira who was killed last week, the son of the last governor, yes, the same last name for two periods. A city that in one point of its time became to lead the lists of the most productive border towns in México is now falling apart in pieces. But wait isn’t the Maquila industry still a gleam in the middle of this peyote stoned nightmare? Yeah, but if you check the papers, one week after the politician’s murder the unions that have devastated companies abroad have struck Acuña’s peaceful manufacturing reputation. This way the manufacturing companies, 75% of Acunnas’s gross profit is in danger of moving to cheaper flirting scenarios. So Acuña is leading the list of bad news and derogatory adjectives. But if that was all the pain the Acuñense society could stand, we shall keep in mind that the money earned a few decades ago selling Nachos’ and Margaritas was not wisely invested. Acuña’s local hospitals send a daily bus full of cancer patients to Monterrey’s hospitals due to the mediocre and insufficient service despite the fact that there is absolutely no cancer care. In its 60’s and with 150, 000 citizens, it faces its hardest challenge ever.

  But there’s gotto be a nutrient in the water of the Rio Grande that makes its drinkers some kind of an undefeatable race, a DNA in the norteños that metamorphoses their suffering into a sort stubbornness determined to show off their natural born resiliency. With their beaten bodies lying on the dry Coahuila Desert, just as a soaring cactus flourishes a bright pink flower due to the hydration provided by a coyote’s yellow charity, are blooming one of their most beautiful flowers.

  Bicycles, wheelchairs, couples holding hands, families, dogs and dreaming Acuñenses walked and ran 6 kilometers in a shout of hope. More than 10,000 people gathered on Sunday Oct. the 21st in their Macroplaza to celebrate what seems to become a giveback to society yearly celebration, a neighbor loving proof, The “Maratón De La Esperanza”. Out of the almost empty torn pockets of acuñenses came out thousands of pesos in charity driven to build a local cancer hospital. The acuñenses have shown their solidarity, they have used that coyote’s pee and with the ultimate most sophisticated technology in the interpretation of love, have said, “!Se Que Lo!” “I know I will”. Short for !Se que lo lograré! /I know I will make it!

“Se Que Lo”, the Acuñenses battle hymn was composed flowing a “Border Rock” rhythm, displayed as a witness of the town’s film back ground, and with great passion for encouraging oppressed acuñenses thirsting for justice. The song itself is that bright pink flower in the middle of the desert shouting for justice. It was produced and written by Osvaldo Chacón, contemporary artist who in an attempt to create conscience of the critical situation last year produced and directed the independent short film, “La Hidalgo”. ES.A.FE.VI the non-profit org. and other honorable people donated their talent, creativity, and love in order to state that in the abyss of this depression, Acuña will continue singing as long as the Río Grande flows.

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