kp posted:I had a good, well paying job, perhaps moved up in the executive order of the company. I was young and married, inherited a beautiful house by the Ocean, had a maid, gardener and night guard, with lots of family members abroad we would receive lots of stuff on a regular basis. My fear was for my family, my wife and son. Why I left, the turning point was my house got robbed while we were home., To survive in Guyana one has to play the political game, donate to which ever party in office, sit on the fence, don't show alliance.
At the risk of minimizing your tragedy, I would say you got off lightly. I met a family in the Bronx who lived on the airport road near the Soesdyke Hwy and they too were robbed. But his wife and daughters were also raped. 
That was in the 80s.