This rings very true to me.<p>My wife is also from a so-called third-world country. A stunningly beautiful one at that. Every time I visit I dream of moving there.<p>Once I found a Swiss guy, in the middle of absolutely nowhere, who had started a small farm and an operation dealing in a very specific kind of beef cattle, and esp. breeding. He even had an awesome little restaurant serving schnitzel and beer. I think he moved there for a woman, and had to figure out how to make a buck. He was living the dream!<p>A couple years later he was out on his ass, because as soon as his business was successful, local folks stole his cattle. I found a lawsuit he filed in which he explained that he could actually see the stolen cattle from his land. But the proper palms had been greased, and he was completely up shit creek. He made a pretty big stink, right up to the point where he&#x27;d be risking life and limb to go any further. But nothing was done, nobody was arrested, and he never got his cattle back.<p>And therein lies the rub: nobody feels safe enough to endure success.<p>&gt; You fix corruption and safety issues, and the third world is the new first world<p>I like the sentiment, but in many countries, corruption and safety issues won&#x27;t even begin to be addressed as long as the business of making&#x2F;selling drugs for Americans is as lucrative as it is.