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When Alvaro invited me to a gathering of poets in Puebla, the only name I referred to the Talavera pottery (of English origin but Mexicanized long ago), the China Puebla (representative of the country's popular Beauty Pancho Villa, but the most demanding say that just about women, "the center" -) and the mole poblano (sauce sublime tastes and strong stomachs, which consists of a mixture of chocolate, chiles, seeds and spices in the measurements and proportions that only well-known chefs, having inherited the family secret for generations).

have to be there, walk around this warm and friendly, walk the cobblestone streets of downtown, visit the great cathedral, walk down the perfect base or be dazzled by the magnificent library Palafox (left by Juan de Palafox y Mendoza, bishop eighteenth Puebla and viceroy of New Spain) to understand the charm of this city that is home to over a million and half people without have lost their poise and dignity that give the ancestry of the nearly five centuries.

told me I was close, that's nearly eighty miles that separate Federal District Puebla was done in ninety minutes, however, visit a few weeks before, the people of Chipilo (a delicious Italian colony, and whose vicissitudes of its bitter-talk a day), just eight miles from Puebla land, and try to pass along the avenue on the outskirts of Zaragoza City in which spaces built a huge aerial crossing of roads, deterred me from undertaking such an adventure. If accompanied, the two or three hours you can take to go through there at times congestion, are poorly tolerated, it alone would have been madness, an insanity which was not ready, left to my neurosis in the middle of the road.

"The best of Mexico buses leave the airport," said someone. Not true. At least not the best that I've gone (those who go to Guadalajara are higher, of course, is that the road is four times longer). However, there are bad.

Five in the morning, wake up. Six, take a taxi to the airport. Seven part the bus to Puebla. After nine came to "four East", the particular station that line is very near the center. "No, do not walk, several blocks, take a taxi, yes, of those, blacks, do not pay more than thirty dollars. " I paid forty. The hotel was one that was, is, it was swanky, it was five star, was famous, today is a ghost, a pale reflection of itself, a delightful spot in decline which does not have enough remote controls for all televisions of all rooms. That weekend due to party, sold out. However, sad and all, flaws in the bathroom with no lights lit, with old paintings, carpets worn and soiled linens and towels, kept a certain dignity that moved me, like the sign announcing the "heliport" or that of "indoor pool and timed" never found it.

If something was as wonderful was its location, just three blocks from the square of the city and, as I had warned Álvaro, "very close to the university" where the meeting would take place of poets who brought me up there (besides the price per night, which was reasonable but the kindness and the waste of the organizers made me not cost me a dime).

I arrived and I realized my immense naivete, I had the phone Álvaro. "Never mind, I thought," I send you a mail. " As the hotel was five stars, according to announced in the twenty sites I checked, I was not worried about that topic. "I will go to Bisnes center," he said and walked to the counter where only a few minutes ago a distracted manager had treated me kindly and I had given my room. "Sorry, sir, do not have," said the man with his old-fashioned uniform and a smile crystallized by time, but added hopefully, "in the corner is a cibercofi."

course, "the corner" meant three blocks away, a quarter of three quarter where they had installed an Internet kiosk with old machines, whose speed reminded me of the Apple IIe with 286K of RAM that I started writing in 1986 (I think I realized more than twenty years that separated me from the room of computation and the gringo that, half mad, not taught, was what troubled me most of that place.) It took me half an hour writing the two lines that announced my presence in Puebla, and not because he was nervous about the event to which I had been invited but in the meantime because the screen froze, restarted the record twice, the keyboard locked a dozen times and I witnessed, along with half a dozen other students who had entered the premises, a morbid file opened a boy, and we all saw ecstatic, in which, to warn against the dangers of speeding, they were really nasty scenes of parties brains, guts exposed and do not know what other nice things that the kids next to me as if it held were a comedy.

I lingered in front of the machine fooling around with the hope that Alvaro could read me. It was in vain. Bored, I took the road back to the hotel and, as I shall not hurry, I could see the cobblestone streets, old and centenarian houses, traffic polluted everything, people walking the streets almost casually, as if they knew in that city that day was inaugurated a meeting of poets ...

No, they did not. Street asked "do you know which location the credentials delivered?" And the man who did not stop his step as he looks at me a lunatic, I thought it was very generic and insisted with a woman carrying a grocery bag "Excuse me, ma'am, may I indicate where the meeting takes place of poets?", this time the noble Puebla stopped, looked at me with curiosity and I responded by asking, "No, young man, I have no idea, Where will join poets? ". Do not let discouragement took hold me and I walked the streets to the hotel. Neither of the two buttons on the door had no idea and sent me "to counter" there, a woman claimed had been stolen because the portfolio against an unflinching concierge told him that he had asked "the manager" and that he assured him "that was not lost anything," next door, the telephone talking animatedly to someone who unmistakably was not a client, and only a few minutes later came the man who had allowed me "Chek" in the morning, several hours earlier than indicated in the regulations which was, as always, behind the door the room. I explained what happened and said "do not worry, the hotel is full of poets," I asked, encouraged, where registration was and I said "I have no idea, is not in the hotel," I questioned him about any news left by the organizers, "No, do not have that information," he finally asked, on the verge of despair, to advise me, "ah, that's easy, go to college, is three blocks ...."

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After frustrated search first and the least we had no intention of starting again with the process of walking through the Federal District, but was "voluntary" (Such as soldiers in the movies, "we need volunteers for a dangerous mission ..." uncomfortable silence, perfect, you, you and you, good luck, the country will recognize them ") and, almost without realizing it, I was in a plane to Mexico.

The routine was the same even though we knew that, for a strategic issue, not live in the north. She would perform their functions, for which we were moving offices, in future they would be in not know what Hill South (and, of course, as life is determined to give the contras, was responsible for getting a job in which I do not know north hill, and sometimes, when traffic is complicated and I'm already two hours behind the wheel trying to get home, I begin to question why not study more geography in school.) The orders were clear "in the south, the right price and ... the one you like." Yes, sir.

The appointment with the imperturbable Frida would begin "very early", at nine o'clock. So I enjoyed the relaxation bit obscene unconscious and five-star hotel thanks to the corporate rate, I was staying.

"We have a busy schedule," he said, and will fly to the south where we waited several meetings. I met several women engaged in the business of renting houses, all very formal, all very nice, all very them, working almost bored, almost disinterested, most women who release their useless days showing houses to prospective tenants and will surely spend the commission in "Antara", this monument to the unreality, with luxury shops whose prices astronomical, invite the majority to walk through the corridors looking cabinets while, in reality, it will fly to the movies is there to enjoy the illusion of accommodations for only ten dollars (yes, these cinemas, "platinum" he called, are a delight of which I will speak ever).

The truth is that we traveled all morning many houses in the south, of all kinds, in every way, in every price. Again the rule is fulfilled and the ones I liked were out of any human budget. "These girls, who do not understand, I told them that the budget is less and no more, why not more, right?" "No, dear Frida, is no more." And so we kept walking.

Around noon we meet Martha, a nice lady, I would be starting his fifties, was noticeable, professional runner. Houses knew that we would see, had a list with details, location, price and other details. As it was easier to go in one car, Frida left the car and the three head toward destinations that the schedule established. We do not know, six or seven houses and then Martha said "we can stop to have a coffee" and Frida answered, addressing me, always friendly, always maternal, "I do not know if you want to stop, or prefer to end the day houses ". I do not drink coffee that nothing but the day seems to me that hybrid is a cappuccino decaf, no cream, no sugar, sweetened with such wonderful and carcinogenic polvitos with which we are overweight the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing outwitting the balance as we fattened the bill, fierce and relentless, our future oncologist, "I, I ..." I said, doubting between my fill and wanted it to end the day, "better still." So we continue and we do not know how many home more, many more rooms, how many more dining rooms, kitchens many, many more owners, many neighborhoods, much more!

That afternoon, evening, arrived at the hotel exhausted, determined not to move anymore, to not move any more of the six meters from the room where I was. I went to the shower, I let the water, abundant in this city, everything wet. My body is exhausted, my temper, my supreme boredom, my homicidal ideas, everything. I jumped on the bed and let myself be lulled by the dialogue unintelligible to me I do not know what movie I do not know what language (that of being monolingual with grotesque splash of another language, has, at times, their advantages).

up early the next morning. Was set at seven to nine would only Frida for me, so I decided to take it out on the buffet that the hotel offered "included" in the cost of the room. Up early worth it.

always punctual, was Frida. I dedicate it all day to see houses with Martha, "she is the most houses have achieved is very good at her job." How many saw? I do not know, "fifteen, twenty, more? And I have no idea. Just tired as I remember crossing the Sahara expedition with no company but a dried gourd. We walked across the South, I wish I had been a ride! Looking at the "Guia Roji" looking for references streets, trying to get an idea of \u200b\u200ban endless city remained a mystery to me but had exhausted all resources on the Internet looking for maps, details, explanations. We found a house that fully met our expectations, hummmm, the price exceeded a little, yet "we can negotiate," and would be the two in the afternoon and said "we have to stop for a moment" and the two ladies looked at me strangely and happy. In the corner (wonders of this Latin ours) had a warehouse. We went, we took a drink (soda Mexican name) and cumin us a cake (which was a chocolate cake that I had fallen very well, but the Mexican Peruvian referred sandwiches, we all know, to tame " sandwich castizo). That afternoon we saw a few houses and the day ended, like the previous one, in the shower, bed and cooing and incomprehensible foreign dialogue in the cable.

The next day I come again with the buffet. Martha started shooting and was with us until one evening when, finally, and after three days, finished cuchusientasmil see their houses which two or three came in the form, size, location and price, which were looking for. At that time, when the woman, exhausted as we left us, Frida asked "how do I get to Loreto?" Martha gave him directions and told him "whose homes, do the square?", "Yes" , Frida replied, "hmmm, I do not worthwhile," a icy knife cut the silence was, well, anything, will send "and left. Getting

was not easy. We went through a shopping center because I have been told that it is easier here, "and we got lost in the parking lot, police recovered thanks to a path, we climbed a ramp and headed for the door, automatic card did not work," how strange if there are fifteen minute window, but no, they were not. So, sir, get off, realizing he had no coins, change the ticket at the pharmacy, go back to the machine, pay and go directly to a gate whose immense arches announced condominium.

not bore you more. A runner waiting for us. Just had a home. Only in that neighborhood. At this condo ordinary houses, not too big or too small, or too comfortable or too uncomfortable with neighboring normal middle-class like us, young couples, bikes on the doors, a generous garden, a small roundabout, ordinary cars, dogs and noisy children playing in its streets (well, nothing is perfect, man Herod). I saw it and I decided.

that she still failed to travel, to visit the same five houses (the best of the fifty that I visited) and I called and told me "live in Loreto."

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Nothing more cumbersome, torturer, demoralizing, heavy, annoying, tiresome, boring and depressing for those who are to move to another country to look for a house when you have no idea of \u200b\u200bwhat the city, how the media work transport, how complicated is the traffic, how long are the distances, which are the roads, what are the shortcuts, what routes, what a way to manage the premises, where are the shopping malls, museums, theaters universities, the simple and easy "Chinese Corner", which in my country were on every street until it opened supermarkets and were killed by drowning them with offers to them, small entrepreneurs in fragile budgets, could not compete -.

When one is coming to a country completely unknown there is no way to feel safe, there is no way of knowing what is coming to a good decision when choosing a place to live and must be submitted to expert advice who, by the grace of corporate policies, have been charged with "relocatable" (anglicized quite confusing more reminiscent of a mad topped or recurrent purporting to attack rather than the simple "move" or "relocation" that refers). In our case we were fortunate to have Frida, a Mexican lady was super nice of those oppressive searches, adrenaline intense days at the wheel of his Audi while casually walked from south to north, labyrinthine streets, endless and confusing, the District Federal.

"The perfect home is always the budget is exceeded, the universal law that no one should forget the time out to find room, ergo, be content with who is right or condénate around the city you go to live until syncope finished your patience, your calm and you.

When we arrived, she and I, Mexico, We stayed at the twenty-fifth floor of a hotel in the capital and my question "Is it safe to pass an earthquake at this point?" Mother Nature responded that night with a five degree temblorcito began with a "stop moving your feet" , followed with a "I'm moving me" and ended with the stoic statement "either way, hopefully under twenty-five hold because if I die running story of heart, if I die, that is resting," so we decided to continue sleeping with such impunity that gives you sleep at three in the morning. The building withstood the next day, when we met Frida, who came to pick us up to begin our exploration was the theme of the morning while they were taking those addictive coffee company that having now, I do not know what magic of marketing, fashion and human stupidity, shops scattered throughout the five continents.

"First to the north," said Frida and there we saw a few houses. Beautiful all of them priceless, too. "We know where to look for a house when you appointed vice president," I said as if trying to explain to our amiable guide that not all "expat" have unlimited budget for rent (why the gringos love acronyms and abbreviations? I have no idea, but between pin vip, fyi asap and I have a salad on the head).

Comprehensive, friendly Frida next day took us to the center, beautiful apartments but useless when you want to move with three dogs and cocky scandalous that, in addition to threatening to cause endless complaints from neighbors were at risk of suicide in depressed until such one hundred-odd square meters of modern impunity after having walked through the gardens of patients who endured her parents, stoic, almost a year of barks, howls and complaints of the trio of abandoned quadrupeds, as I recall, my mother left him slightly redecorated garden with travel. Of course, as this explanation alone can be embarrassing (I understand that our concerns can outrage doggy more than one, although I confess that I did not cause the slightest remorse), there was always blaming the family library and more than seventy boxes of books went through there in a forgotten warehouse moth-eaten Lima pending "address", a prerequisite for Customs allowed the shipment at the port of Callao.

After the tour of the center, the third and last day of our trip was busy visiting a number of houses in the south, or far above, or were too expensive, or had no garden, or had few quarters, or were too old, or were neglected or whatever it was just left on the list, after an exhausting day, a couple of possibilities, a nice house (small but beautiful garden and acceptable) in the traditional neighborhood of San Angel and another holiday cottage combined with postmodern house, minimal and very practical, however, was by the Desert of the Lions, long avenue which is fed by other avenues long, not wide, and some streets cobbled very nice for a vacation but ill-suited to deal with traffic in the city that starts at six o'clock and ends, hopefully, after ten at night.

That evening, sitting in the hotel restaurant was a long discussion, this is cute, but is expensive, this is not safe, but the neighborhood is beautiful, that those we serve, but it is far, yes, no , maybe, we'll see, I'm tired, I'm tired, I live in the hotel, not silly, that dogs, that the books, which are to be come, which are many, yes , no, maybe again and so on until finished dessert, dinner indigestion, digestion impossible these more than two thousand feet to my stomach and my blood pressure coastal fickle, we slept for early the next day way back (This obsession with "saving days" to end sentencing him to a bad sleep, walk all the way to lose half zombie and then a whole weekend recovering sleep).

returned to Miami, the city without soul who stayed (old story) and the path of negotiations followed, again for reasons, reasons against, read descriptions of the houses, located barely mishandling the "Guide reddish "(indispensable survival guide in Mexico City), considering, reconsidering, insistence, withdraw, choose, decide. We agree that the cottage, small, never mind, we settled in the garden for the dogs, which was not very safe but the neighborhood is good, that, San Angelo, yes, that is, well, the best, that's it, is ours. Met off the plane, the airport is huge and lacks human warmth, is messy and it seems, has not a single store in operation if you arrive too late or too early and look at you, those who only yesterday were migrants and now wear uniforms , with passion and confidence, lest you want to stay. Finished the odious customs procedures and immigration, standing on dry land again, and while we were in the "transfer" from the airport to the office where we rented the car arrived, the hateful, essential and wonderful "Blackberry" by Ella, e short of our friend Frida: "Sorry, the San Angel house was already rented."

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In Mexico, "home" means "my house", so if you move around here and somebody says "this Saturday dinner all at home" is not one that wanders confianzudo inviting relatives to your house and your expense, no, that will mean a meal at home, "it's your house," and you're invited. A friend of a friend what happened, they said "this Saturday dinner at home" and she hid the surprise that the "where Rome do as the Romans do" and he thought it was fashionable in these lands, the new in the neighborhood had to put the house, food, drink and dance in the name of good living, so convinced her husband not to send to roll everyone "abusive", was busy, managed the house, made a delicious meal, bought several bottles of a fine wine and the best tequila, and was prepared with the same emotion as that of someone going to the quince to the eldest. Night came, the clock struck eight, nine, ten in the night!, And did not reach any of the dozen people who were to attend. Annoyance, anger, disappointment, "Look how they make fun of us" and other comments uncontrollable now husband, until the phone rings, "where are they not come?", "How do you where?, at home, waiting with dinner served ... "," with dinner, "but if we are at home", "No, not", "how we are not, if we are all here, at home, if I see", "beyond ? "," yes, at home, "" my house is this "," yes, of course, but this house, my house is also your home " and after the twister, apologies, and clarifications of nervous laughter, the couple got up, put everything in pots and left to spend a special evening at the home of neighbors, of course, not theirs, but somehow was, now and forever "home."

In Mexico, people flee to polarization, to extremes, to the irreconcilable positions, everything is in Mexico, José Antonio taught me, my teacher in semiotics villager, "yes, but no", that is, a most of our grandparents inheritance English that made famous the "America the law is obeyed but not satisfied ", ie, it is no law and, of course, is the law, and who denies it, and who fight, who is complaining, who protest, nobody or almost nobody, is accepted as that" this should be " or because it is "good" or "just like that (and this itself is peruvian as" Aquisito-no-more "), but that does not mean, should not mean, who would think that means that there to apply it to the letter, or that you were a fan, a graduate. Thus we live in a beautiful nebula, more or less protected, more or less real, more or less tangible, which all reach a kind of "perpetual check" where things do not back down but of course, not moving, not worse, but obviously do not improve, do not rise or fall completely, do not arrive or depart definitely are not and are ambivalent, consistently and indefinitely, if we understand (or no).

In Mexico, "eat", no lunch, so if someone says, "I invite you to eat" and arrive at eight in the evening (you, newly arrived from lands where, as in ours, it "eats "night and" lunch "at noon), do not be surprised that the host looks at you with a face and bring a bad impression of yours" because we are tardy, but not much. " In addition, lunch (good!), Eat very late, why in the tourist city restaurant owners live congratulations. Open very early to give the tourists early riser breakfast between six and ten, at that time, when foreign and filled the stomach, reach the local Mexicans, that "breakfast" in the top ten in the morning and one in the later. When they are removed outsiders, especially the Americans, are already reaching the promenade or the morning meeting and feel they are "Tardis" for lunch (yeah, yeah, "eat") because they usually do "in America (Like south of the Rio Grande began Mars) at noon. At the time that most latecomers foreigners leave the room, happy coincidence, as are the two or three in the afternoon and began to arrive early descendants of Cuauhtémoc, the more hungry, because in Mexico "come" to that time and it is not uncommon to pass by a restaurant at four in the afternoon and at that time to see how newcomers to lunch and, again, history repeats itself, the local paid leave their desks at five or six which is the time in which the Yankees have dinner, then to the back nine p.m. Mexicans and stay until you close the kitchen or politely kicked out because "we're going to close."

In Mexico, I had never seen before, you can buy roses any time you have been waiting in vain to end this meeting in the office, why?, Because in the south of the city there are flower stalls , served by friendly people, who never close, I have been there at three in the morning and your lights are on, as if to say to customers "do not worry, sir, if you forget the gift and he was late, here we are, if you arrived at dawn to travel and want to surprise, here we are. " My "Caserita" (this term is not defined here) is called Naomi, and their position is 19, their prices are reasonable (reasonable prices are there in Mexico?) and flowers "during eight days" (well, almost always, but Roses weekend I have planted a human and as certainly as reasonable as the Poor Thomas made famous by that of "eyes videtus, palpatus manus", or at least that's what my dad said he warned the doubting saint of Nazareth but I must confess, my father, whose humor and grace as I now seem unique, pronounced the sentence that blew up in situations, say, more pedestrian-).

In Mexico, the avocado does not exist, but there are some real good avocados (which on good account, is the same), almost as good as the "avocado tip" selling the brown one in the Avenida Ricardo Palma, Miraflores, there beside the Chinese restaurant next to it that I do not know what local bank. Once I knew his name (the lady's not the bank that I do remember but I do not write so I will not accuse you of doing subliminal advertising) was the same weekend was the small market that was assembled there, in that section of the Sea, where it is now fashionable and the cevichería versus "Las Delicias", the best place in Peru to have a delicious passion fruit and tangerine juice or a cherimoya with lucuma, delight, as the name of the place worthy of the most refined palates. In this market, which was later vacated because the custom of the weekend market (the flea markets or farmers' market flooded Mexican delegations all the capital from more modest neighborhoods to the most worshipful) is already, as almost Lima all the old customs, activities endangered (modernity, supermarkets and unfair competition, which they say).

In Mexico, in short, all respond with a "send", so different from the "what" or "do want" my father hated so much. A "send" which is undoubtedly a remnant of colonial times, but which is now deprived of any content that involves submission or subordination, just means "excuse me" or "repeat" or, more accurately, "you know, I did not understand, speak clearer." Just as "water!", A term probably inherited from the equally famous "water go" of the English Middle Ages, when housewives warned bystanders who were throwing out the window and color the water content of the pan, now serves to say "beware!" or "go with caution," or more accurately "if you look, you're going to take a madrazo" (and that of the reference the holy mother and a thousand meanings and derivations, is a subject of study as long and thorny, as inseparable from the Mexican soul, yet I dare not venture in those valleys).