My life as a Mexican transistor radio
Right now, I am working on a blockbuster video about the part of Teotihuacan that the tourists never see. I am having to go back through my journal in Mexico to get eyewitness details that I have forgotten over the years. The reason that I got to see the forbidden areas of Teotihuacan was that the Mexican consul in Atlanta was an architect and a Georgia Tech graduate. He arranged for me to get VIP treatment . . . far, far beyond what any college student could expect under the circumstances. I was designated an Official Guest of the government of Mexico and given a photo ID from the Institutio Nacional de Antropologia E Historia. These proved to be very useful. I went alone repeatedly into the boonies and wanted to see the suburbs of large Mesoamerican cities and also those ruins, which had not been opened to tourism. The SRA ID would protect me from being arrested by some rural gendarme and the INAH ID would protect me from being shot as a looter by the soldiers protecting the ruins. LOL The excuse used by the Mexican Consul was that in the 21st century, I would prove that the Mayas came to Georgia, but of course, that was ridiculous.
I also learned today something else that didn’t even significant at the time. I flew down there on the Summer Solstice . . . the Creek New Year. How about that for being “magical mystery.”
One of the daughters of the family that hosted me, Gionella Soto, worked at a large hotel near the Tlatelolco government office complex. Before then she had been a secretary and translator at the Mexican Consulate in Atlanta. She gave me a lift to the Relaciones Exteriores Building and helped me with translations of English words into Spanish. Everybody at the SRA was extremely nice. I quickly was led into the office, where I was to be interviewed, photographed and also had to fill out a lot of paperwork . . . in case I became dead while their guest.
I had just sat down in the office of a high ranking official, when I started hearing Mexican rock’n’roll music come out of my teeth! Gionella and the official started looking around. The official called his secretary to ask her to tell the people in the next office to turn off their radio. She called back and said that they had no radio next door. He was quite irritated and apologized for the unprofessional behavior of some of their employees. I didn’t dare tell him that it was . . . I guess . . . the fillings in my teeth that for unknown reasons, were functioning as transistors and antennas. I was afraid that if I told the truth, they would have arrested me as a spy or something.
Fortunately, my dental radio faded off into silence, before it was time for me to go. No one ever knew and I certainly didn’t tell Gionella. I had to return at the end of the fellowship, to ship my teaching aid artifacts under a diplomatic bond. The radio didn’t turn on that time . . . thank goodness! Life is indeed a box of chocolates.
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