That friend that cares extra: Kurt Robinson

I was about to send a whatsapp message Sunday evening, around 12:30 and then I thought "why are so anoying? He must me in bed already, you'll see him tomorrow... :)", locked my phone and went to bed.

Woke up the next morning around 10am and did what I hate but it's like an addiction already: took my phone again and opened Facebook. First thing I read is "I'm being detained by immigration, they're taking me to Mexico" and (get ready) I thought to myself "haha, so funny, another sarcasm, cause you love Mexico so much and they're forcing you to stay, haha". Of course I instantly see all the comments and I think "omg Kurt... your sarcasm has get too far" (my mind usually does that, when I feel something really bad is happening, I just don't get it. I need to work on that, my mom has the same reactions). So then, of course, I texted him sayin "dude, I didn't find funny the 'Inmigration' status, people's getting worried". Two minutes later the status is back in my timeline with new commets, people raising money, making calls, so I read the status again and realized he's been taken to Mexico CITY. One second later I'm back in Mexico City in my first day of this chapter when I first got to Mexico from Venezuela and I was detained for no reason but my nationality, getting racist coments... Not a pretty memory.

I ran to get my phone and call him: no aswer. Send a text: - 10:16 am They're teaking you to Mexico City - 10:16 am What the fuck?? - 10:16 am Are you ok?? - 10:20 am Fuck, now I'm worried - 11:24 am Fuck fuck fuck - 11:24 am Please let me know something as soon as you can; wishing this was only but a bad dream and I can get that text back.

I started to move randomly around the house, ate some cookies, took a shower and went away from my body, coulnd't feel the water in my skin or my hand with the soap, I just couldn't concentrate at all. Then I remembered this girl from the picture and the updates,

-"She was coming to Guadalajara with him!! Where is she? Does she has a place to crash??"

Right before I texted her I notice she texted me first. So she calls me saying "I'm gonna meet another close friend of him, come and meet us"... At this point we already knew he was getting deported.

So we met at this park, my eyes couldn't stop from crying when I huged this wonderful women (I thought I was gonna have to deal with this alone in my room not having to know from him and not having the chance to be useful in any way).

Waiting to know how else can we help, after a sad talk in the middle of the park, my phone rings.

(Number not registered)

• Hola?
• Maria? it's Kurt.

We all started to scream, the three of us wanted to talk to him at the same time. I wanted to know details: how is he? Is he ok? Is he being treated well? Has he eat anything? Has he drink water? Are they still denying his rights? Then we couldn't call him back, and then he called us back again and then, FINALLY, we got the chance to have a decent conversation.

This Kurt had that, you know? As one of this wonderful women I got the pleasure to meet that day, said: "He has the magnetism for stopping the life of three different people (I'm sure we were more that day) from three different nationalities and have them sit in an apartment talking about the wonderful human being he is and how bad all of this must feel for him. We know he loves Mexico and it's people very much. Also, getting to know each other for the first time and feel thankful for having our company that day. Three women, one of us ate some cookies, the other two didn't eat anything 'till 9pm. We did catharsis, I finally cryied and got a super hug from this ladies, we laught, ate some fruits and one of us buyed matching rings with one of my favorite crystals (she dind't know) to always remember this bittersweet day.

I finally got home around 12am, cryed a bit more and fell asleep for a few hours.

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I haven't been able to talk to him anymore, not even the girls. I think the numbers we used to call him the day were temporary. We only know he is been deported on July 5th.

I personally never lived a deportation this close, all I knew about it was what I read randomly through my Fb friends sadly posting deportations in the USA. It gets me really and deeply sad to not being able to see my friend anymore in this part of the world. He was my one real friend since I arrived in Mexico, the one who cared extra and was wealing to not only help, but show his point of view humbly, and let people know a different kind of living is trully possible. Thanks to him, I'm here writing in Steemit.

I know we are meeting soon again Kurt, technology is a wonderful thing to do so this days, and I'm starting my savings piggy next week to go visit you in your beautiful country, and bring you with me to Venezuela, so you can finally see the beautiful chaos and contradictory happiness of my country I've been talking about so much.

At this point I'm trying to send good vibes to you everyday, wishing you can feel the love from my heart to yours, knowing you cannot read, hear, or see anything that's been happening around you, but it's trully wonderful to see how loved you are, and that gives me inner peace, cause it's a fact your going to be super ok anywhere you go. I know you're in more than one mind right now. And as much as I hate the idea of you being in jail in Mexico City for six more days without having the chance to even get calls, I want you to know when you read this that I'm grateful I got to meet you, spend time with you, get to know your world and feelings. And I thank you for having the change to meet these two female friends through you, beautiful in mind and spirit. Thank you for that gift, and many other ways to express love. If we are the reflection of the people around us, you're trully awesome.

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