To coin a phrase: And the rockets dread blare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that your flak is still there.
Note how el cohetero holds a rocket with a light grip of his fingers until lift off. No bottle involved. Feliz Año Nuevo. Boom! Boom! Boom!
Carlos González Magallón, a former Mexican diplomat who retired here some years ago, hit the nail on the head writing, “This is a recurrent issue. Believe it or not, there are a lot of us Mexicans that do not like cuetes, and I fully share you concern about the awful effects of cuetes on dogs; us humans, alas, have to learn how to respect local traditions.”
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