but i don't let augusto don't know this.i'm on, and i walk over to him. now, i'm obviously a big guy, from what he said, and he's actually kind of a skinny kid, which makes this unfair. but i punch him in the stomach as hard as i can, and i watch as he falls over. his friends are too shocked to react, and if we're being honest, it feels good. i feel powerful, and it's one of the few moments in my life when i feel like i'm in control. i walk away before they can do anything, and they never bothered me again. i love guatemala for a lot of reasons-- the food, the weather, the culture. but guatemala also struggles with violence. when i was in fifth grade, my uncle was killed in a botched robbe on the way to the parking lot from the store that we owned. crime is common there, but foreigners are especially vulnerable, because they seem like easier targets. and while i was born there and had been there for a long time, the way i look will always make me seem like a foreigner there. naturally, this event caused my parents to freak o