Por mi culpa, por mi máxima culpa.

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.

050407 MEX Hostal Amigo

Buenas, muy buenas!

I am.
I am in the third largest city of this little world.

I had a good flight and a pleasant welcome, a shitty night and an early awakening with a cold shower. At home this would have - most probably - encouraged a day of rage, bad mood or at least a hearty cursing orgy.
Now, this morning it was a bit different.

Beginning the day with tea and two plates full of tortillas filled with cheese, cheese and bacon, or beans was wonderful. Then it was time to start for a walk without big plans. Now I am at the end of it, tired, but full of positive new pictures. (my cam too, but somehow I am not able to get them into this computer right now)

I learned that bookshops do have books but not necessarily employees who know about them, or -heaven forbid- about the literary scene in general. All they do is sell stuff.

I learned that the best food can be hidden in a corner of a market hall, where you stand out as the only gringo, and would be lost without Spanish skills.

I saw that red lights and police are not necessarily of the same opinion, but the police wins, as they can whistle and wave their white-gloved hand.

So far so good.
You will read from me.
Soon.

Preparations for half a year

- welcome - bienvenido -

Thanks for reading these lines.
This is the beginning of a voyage.

Please do not think: "Right, I heard this bxxx in every esoteric book from 1968 onwards..."
Here there one is a different, a more direct connection between travelling distances and scrolling over lines and pages... maybe even reading them.

I will be going to Mexico from 4th April to 15th September, maybe longer, who knows, and I will try to give a literary (not a literal) account of what I experience.

Right now I have very little plans. I know that I have to go into the desert, as every man should once in his lifetime. I want to get on a vulcano, even if it is only a spent one ;) And I am really looking forward to see the Mayan temples in the jungle.
I will meet a friend of mine from South Tyrol. His name is Stefan Stecher and he is a fabulous painter. As he spends a few month of every year in Mexico I am really looking forward to meet him in his second home country. Furthermore I will hopefully and most probably meet some very interesting people from Mexico's lively and exciting literary scene! I am really looking forward to these encounters too!
Last but not least I would like to get permission to visit Cuba and maybe go to Jamaica too, but this only if the inner calling gets stronger.

For the time being I am taking my leave from Bavaria and from Northern Italy in order to become a walking man.