Mexicans remind me of Italians, and of course people from the U.S., in ways that disturb me and make me sad. It is especially about the music, the horrible music imposed on every one's ears, or maybe it's the popularity of cell phones, and fancy cars, and fancy clothes. Maybe it's the stupidity of junk food, of eating meat twice a day, and the stupidity of the fiestas, that are supposed to be noisy because they break everyday's calm, when in reality there is no calm, no quietness to break anymore, because no one is ever left alone by the new powerful noises of modernity.
But just like in other countries of central America I visited, people here have something we don't have, I mean anymore of course, something that they can't teach us and that no one could ever learn anyway. It's something you can only notice and look at, knowing it is out of reach. It is a form of innocence, I guess, and innocence can only be lost, just like we lost ours and just like everyone and every people is bound to lose its own in these times. Just like they have lost or are losing their own and it can't be helped. Nobody knows why this happens. Only to some it is clear how.
(Would I ever write these things if I wasn't here? Innocence? I doubt it.)