I and my husband we in Mexico when we got separated. Next thing I know men in uniform started walking into the center of town. Some of them spread about holding rifles across their chest as they stood upon their chosen spot at attention. At first the tourists were running about as soldiers herded most of us that hadn't scattered to form a line. I had hid behind a stone wall only to be grabbed by the arm and placed as one of last persons standing in line after One by one a soldier asked a tourist to see receipts for their purchases. I dug into my pocket where I keep the receipts for the border crossing and produced mine when the soldier came to me. I was scared and asked the man in my best Spanish, " ¿qué es esto?
He looked up at me and said, "impuestos de ventas, impuestos a las ventas, que necesitan para asegurarse de que usted ha sido acusado de." - "sales taxes, we need to make sure you have been charged."
"All this for sales taxes?" I asked myself. After checking my slip, and the next two people, I saw one of the vendors dragged out of his store and taken away. I backed away and left the town area to circle around to locate my husband. I tried to call him on my cell phone and I couldn't remember the exchange number to begin dialing. (then I woke up).