I’ve always had issues with trust. Not that I mistrust, but that I trust too readily, too easily, like the faithful pup pictured. Well that was in the past, certainly not now. That in mind, it’s easy to see why I’ve been disappointed 90 % of the time. I envy those that trust only after they have gotten to know a person. They are never disappointed. I’ve said this many times, this, is paradise with parasites and the worst parasites are not dysentery, nor giardia, nor every worm imaginable. The worst parasites are the ones on two legs.
They used to be in days of old called “confidence” men. This now applies to both sexes, young and old, local and foreign. This evening for example, I went for a walk to the corner store and a kid of about 8 years old on a bike rode by and demanded, “give me 100 pesos.” Cheeky lil bugger.
This parasitic environment goes deep here. Between SANKIES, TIGUERES (google these), and expats here in hiding, you are definitely at risk. I could write a novel or three on this topic, or tell you straight out, but people never ever believe that other people are THAT bad. And then there is also the attitude of entitlement of the locals. I’ve had my fair share.
They will tell you what they think you want to hear or manipulate you, in order to get what they want to get out of you. Whether that is a beer, a meal, or the ever elusive wedding ring with a visa attached. They start small and work their way up to bigger things. This behaviour is not exclusive to Dominican / Gringo relations. They will rob each other blind as well.
There are very good reasons why Dominicans don’t allow strangers in their homes. It is the custom. It is ingrained. So much so that they also hesitate to enter even upon invitation. If they wont let each other in, why on earth would you extend an invite! Think about it!
It is very important to remember of course that not all are like this. Yes, the majority appear to be opportunists of sorts, but if you don’t give them opportunity … Also, there are some amazingly kind and loving people in this country and I have been very blessed to have had them in my life. My boys always make sure I get home safe too! Very lucky. My merchant friends always look out for me. Family, top notch! Yes truly blessed.
I’m not the only one to experience this “phenomenon,” I have a good friend on the north coast, amongst many others that are in accord. Yesterday we discussed this in depth, and she concurs, “here I find everything the people do or say it’s because they have an ulterior motive … they’re are working you over until they hit you up for something … to me it’s just dirty slimy … that’s what I feel anyways.”
My point in this, is, in this country, trust with reservation.
Listen to the palms…
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