In Mexico, what Olguín said may be true and there is a cruel and sickly coexistence with charred bodies and massacres that are narrated with such precision that the weatherman seems to be going to explain after the newscast if it will be necessary to carry an umbrella, coat or balaclava to upcoming funerals.
On each floor, center, there are dozens of teenagers looking, with a simple thong, dancing in a cage barely moving the body due to lack of space. All around there are always dozens of man drinking and looking. Todas llevan un número en la braga. Están marcadas.
The Maasai do not bury their dead because they believe it hurts the sacred land. Die, put them in leather bags and leave the corpse out of town, away. At three months back to see what happened. If a hyena ate it is that it is a bad person. If you ate a vulture is that it is in paradise.
Another old abandoned factory, divine atmosphere and modern, in which the eccentricity mark the gateway. If you get the picture or the dress you wear is not suitable you have to forget to enter (classism liberal things that comes to luxury price tickets).