You walk down the sidewalk, your headphones on and blasting. You've dressed up nicely, just like you always do, but you never tell people why. It's because, well, you're obsessed with the Guardia Nacional in your town. They are the only men that give you the slightest bit of attention, and you love masks. It's a match made in heaven, but you havent had the guts to go beyond quick eye contact with them. It's nerve-racking and adrenaline inducing enough taking pictures of them behind their backs, especially as a 'gringa', you cannot imagine ever working up the courage to say hello.

As you walk down the sidewalk, still dressed up as ever, you glance behind you and see a Guardia Nacional truck heading down the road. It's going to head passed you, and you can see some guards sitting at the back of the truck, masks on and rifles out. They aren't aiming their guns however. You can never tell if its the same guys, due to those masks, but you honestly don't mind. As long as you get the attention you are so deprived of, you don’t care if they recognize you or not. Right now, it seems you'll once again get a chance at some stares from these men.