Nothing happened to Mrs. Julia yesterday., nor the week before, not even in the last month. She goes and comes from work to her home where she meets with her three children and her husband., in a lower-middle class area of ??the DF that she explains to me with some care where it is located and that I, with disoriented eyes, I answer that it doesn't matter what your efforts are., that this is too big for me to even boast of getting lost.
The same as Tere, the person who helped us find an apartment to move into, and his cousin, Juan, with whom we went to a wine tasting in a supermarket. He, in the car, He told me that he was a poet who aspires not to publish anything and then, with a serious gesture, He explained to me that as an old man he has decided that he is not willing to do anything that “disturbs his laziness.”. He spoke with so much passion about everything that it seemed to me that his silences were just respites that he gave to his soul..
He is not willing to do anything to disturb his laziness
Nothing particularly striking happened to Laura either., a woman of good standing, descendant of jews, who told me with his beautiful face, something broken and painted, I have never been afraid to move around the country. "They say it's dangerous, “But I always go where I want.”. A friend, present in the conversation, He replied that “she (Laura) and her husband, may he rest in peace, “They were very courageous and always liked to go and see how the townspeople lived.”, as if in that town he were talking about another galaxy. And she, Laura, upon finding out that I had lived almost five years in Africa, She told me that many years ago she went to Victoria Falls and her best memory was when she and her husband became friends with the taxi driver., Zimbabwean, and he invited them to eat at his house.
Nor did anything unusual happen to the thousands of people I met on both Sundays in the Chapultepec Forest., a huge park in Mexico City where I attended chess classes; a jazz concert; a very modern and multidisciplinary exhibition that narrated the chaos with garbage and boxes thrown on the floor; a very careful and modern zoo where thousands of parents and children flocked to contemplate the beasts, free, As with all the immense cultural offer of the city on Sundays; A lot of boats that opened hole in a pond crowded with arms and oars; And many couples who hid in some nature of nature to kiss as if the world could end after finishing sorber.
Kissing as if the world could end after finishing sorber
Then, already on the street, There were thousands of runners and cyclists who exercised on Reforma Avenue partially closed for them, while others read their newspapers in the long waiting of the long lines of people who are dedicated to visiting the innumerable exhibitions. And although there are so many, that this is the city of the world with more museums after London (appears to be), There are also so many people that there are bodies waiting at every door behind which something is taught..
And then I have already gone down to the center three times, where I also seemed to understand that there were too many people who were not newsworthy for anything. On Guatemala Street, behind the Templo Mayor and the Cathedral, The people placed their very humble stalls where everything was sold piecemeal and I heard their voices rise above the sound of the city.. On Isabel la Católica Street I fell in love with the old Spanish Casino and its old restaurant, today House of Spain, and on Condesa Street, right next to the beautiful Postal Palace, I bought two second-hand books. I did the exact same thing that everyone next to me did., look and buy books with a certain calm.
They request employees who want to work
Another time, also there where the Zócalo, I ate at a McDonald's after seeing an avant-garde exhibition on Licensed Verdad Street where a beadle made stockings without looking up., having walked along Calle Mayor where I entertained myself by looking at the posters that “request employees willing to work” and, yes, they later detail that they should not be finished during 10 hours and a half each day. On that street there were some crazy and beautiful communion dress shops., a Christ in the middle of the sidewalk controlling the tasks of the asphalt and another bookstore where the first printing press on the entire continent was located.. There was also a photo exhibition and a careful exhibition of pressed words..
Then, some afternoons, I have also gone to the Colonies of Condesa and Roma, where the most youthful and alternative bars and restaurants gather. The feeling is that everything is moving there, be these the viscera, the hands or the shadows that swarm at night. Loved, in this first and superficial approach, its energy of a place in constant change and non-conformity, but nothing noteworthy happened there either and we took a taxi that took us back to our improvised house.. So, raising his hand randomly in the middle of the street without anything happening either. Neither a kidnapping nor a robbery, As those who understand precautions and fears say.
all real, all reportable and prosecutable
And then, in these first days, I have written many reports for El Mundo about the missing students of Iguala, the narcos, violence in schools, the explosion of a maternity hospital and the politicians' bullshit. all real, all reportable and prosecutable, with my pulse agitated at times due to so much work to tell a media truth, urgent and sincere that contradicts my three wonderful weeks of living, in singular and without headlines, in which, in addition to enjoying a wonderful city, nothing happened.
And I'm not trying to deny the other, not even the drug traffickers, nor the misery, nor the blood spilled and to be spilled. And 21 days of course I do not know the DF. Try, to compensate a little, narrate a truth that comes out less and that has as much force as the other and that, in my privileged live, has been constant. I guess it is worth saying to end at least some false or exaggerated ghosts. Life, in routine, It always wins as much as we insist on hiding it. Does it until when it kills us.
