Hello again. Yes, you probably think: has this guy no life to live? Why is he writing yet again?
well, to say it as it is: more than ten to twelve hours a day on the road seeing new stuff is not really a good idea. The sense of being tired can be explored anew. And what better way - in an awfully nice hostel, yet full of partypeople - than on the free internet?
well. to make a long story short. today I met a mexican Professor and Poet, Marco Antonio Campos, and a German girl who meets him every now and then, Bernadette, she is working for homeless children in the outskirts. It was a whole different idea of Mexico I got from speaking to a poet. It showed me way more, than "¡¡Eres italiano, que bueno!!"
On friday I went to the passion plays in Itzapalapa where between many crosses, much incense and Roman cavallery, the city was celebrating the cruzification of Christ. It was qute impressive and of huge dimensions.In the afternoon I made a completely different experience. I went off the touristical tracks and soon found myself in the middle of a barrio that was a complete ruin and seemed to be populated by people who made a living by seperating trash. Frankly I was quite happy that I had left my camera to recharge...
In the evening I went to eat a little fish, but tiredness and the lack of whitewine made it a short story. Just and exactly as this one.
