Mrs. Luisa is in the same chair, the same day of the year and before the same photos that he has been praying since one by one they were leaving. Since then, the night of 1 November, she pampers her altar, place your photos and light candles to show your dead the way, the way back home. We are in Pátzcuaro, Michoacán.

The Frenchman, for example, recalls that he recently read somewhere a theory based on the fact that the Spanish presence decisively increased the level of aggressiveness on the continent., spread like a virus and caused even more atrocities among indigenous people. The two Swiss seem delighted with this explanation and relate their recent visit to the Potosí mines and how much they were impressed by the cruelty that existed in that place.. The Belgian who inexplicably seems to have forgotten the existence of a certain Leopold

An oriental American fifties was my opponent. Beside me, a fat guy with a cap and two hands with ten fingers six hundred grams each would witness. I changed 100 U.S. dollars. She began to letters. Everything went very fast. The fat guy on my side asked for a beer. I ordered two napkins and water to wipe one coffee stain. He looked at me wistfully, like my coffee disturb his beer. I did. I was ashamed.

There is liquid water on Mars. Now. Flowing, as flowing streams in the Sierra de Guadarrama or streams in the Pyrenees, or at least that it flows in our imaginary, the same in which the Martians are green, They have antennas and hands with three fingers and suction cups to the end.