By Joanna Vega-Biestro
I confess that I not only go out on the street afraid of being assaulted, but also of running into some "authority", those who have no vocation for law and order.
And no, I am not referring to all the videos that are shared daily on social networks where we witness the despicable abuse of authority, not to mention corruption.
To exemplify what happens: the other day I met with a friend and we decided to look for a place to eat nearby. It was in Mazaryk, in the Polanco neighborhood; it was one of those places that overlooks the street. It was only about 15 minutes later when we began to see an unusual movement of police.