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Being rich is no picnic. It’s no good to be wealthy, especially in Mexico. You get what I’m saying? It’s no good!
When people talk to me, they suck up to me, all smiles and flattery: It’s señora Tinif…
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Abraham Weisbaum
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Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1959
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I have a lovely period photo, sepia coloured, with all the characters in a row, and their gentle trusting faces, photograph faces that nobody ever looks at now. They are the shifbrider, the ship…
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Margo Glantz
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Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1981
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Old Levi turned his face away that was so easily stained by tears. Again, he felt a twinge of longing for his terrestrial home. How strange it was, this longing for a miserable land where one had…
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Anna Seghers
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Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1944
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There’s a stale, sour stench: a miscellany of heaped-up vegetables and fruits, cheese, fried fish, sweaty bodies, thighs, urine, and belching drunks. The smell sneaks harsh but titillating into the…
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Meir Corona
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1939
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Arnold Belkin
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Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1959
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The alphabet doesn’t have enough letters, you say, to form the names of so many inexpressible feelings, unexpressed for lack of words, and I say to you that we don’t have enough life, that too much…
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Esther Seligson
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1973
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Pedro Meyer
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1984
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Pedro Friedeberg
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1964
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George:They always leave the key under the windowsill. I told you so.
Bert:Ahuh.
[George goes to the doors and yells in front of each one.]
George:Mamma! Stephen! Mamma!
[No one answers. Pause.]
No…
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Osvaldo Dragún
Places:
Xalapa, Mexico
Date:
1963
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Every night I kneel down by the window and look at a bright star that just might be my guardian angel. Then I recite “Our Father” to God and say a “Hail Mary” for the Virgin. I hope that…
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Rosa Nissán
Places:
Mexico City, Mexico
Date:
1992