What a day.
It is now 8 minutes past midnight and the first time I manage to stay up that long – jetlag successfully digested. Also first time my stomach feels a little awkward, which it has done a hundred times back in Germany and I ate pineapple this morning and honey and well I couldn’t resist, but that might just be a simple most stupid explanation.
So I had only one small tamales, skipped out the tacos cause they prepare the beef in the same fat that’s used for the pork and I couldn’t stand the taste (yes I of course tried…) and for once went for a Coke tonight. And a juice – ANTIGRIPAL – which is still standing next to me.
I abandoned it earlier since we came back home and interviewed Abraham (who is mentioned by name here as you have to go stay in his airbnb-place if you are in Mexico City) who just came back from the major demonstration that took place here today. By bike with his small daughter, because she was getting tired… Plus the live coverage on tv, it was clear things were not escalating, and flat-mate C. offered to come with me and the Paseo de la Reforma really is in walking distance of 5 minutes.
So after having visited Frida today (at the bar on the right side…)
and wondering how political she was and why and everything and spending a most relaxed day that flew by with flat-mate R. who is writing a book for children about an Aztec boy
– well after all that the evening opened up into an experience of a lot of things I can’t describe.
As a foreigner, who am I to have an opinion about mexican politics, yet as a human, who am I to not have an opinion about 43 students having „disappeared“. I know the number by heart cause they counted the numbers up from one to 43 several times, followed by „Justicia“ which still gives me goose bumps.
I have not been to a lot of big demonstrations so maybe the feeling is „normal“ – there was such strength on the street. Not in a violent way, but in a way that goes to the core of being Mexican. Whatever that means…
My feelings rose from feeling like an intruding tourist to one of goose bumpy amazement to one of witnessing something.
It is funny how Spanish conquest is so present on the one hand while on occasions such as tonight there is nothing visible about Spain, it is Mexico and its different people yearning for life.
I admit my goosebumps turned right in the other direction when I saw the communist flag marching down the street
– how ironic is it to show off with that when we are talking about people semi-publically disappearing and being assassinated ?
I pray for what is my religion – that all of us protest with our hearts and with all of our wit when frontiers of being inhumane are being crossed. Because we are humans and have a beautiful strength if we dare stand up to that.
My religious views – even the one above – my political views, if I may be a follower or a revolutionary – do not matter as long as I very consciously remain human.
I did get my first earrings today. Hearts on flames.