We waited, and we waited, but no one ever came to count us.
Yesterday was Census Day here in Panama. I think, though, that somebody underestimated something. Elsewhere in the country, the census-taking seems to have gone smoothly enough. Here in Panama City, though, where the population has increased dramatically since the last time anyone bothered to count, census-takers seem to have run out of time.
Our neighborhood in Casco Viejo was missed, as were whole apartment buildings in the center of the city and hundreds of houses in Costa del Este.
Meantime, we all remained at home as we’d been instructed…waiting…and waiting…
Shops and restaurants were closed. Streets were eerily silent.
Today, the census powers that be are trying to figure out what to do about the pieces of the population that remain unaccounted for.