On the edge of the Texas-Tamaulipas border, where the buzzards float overhead awaiting dehydrated Mexican seekers of the "American Dream" take their last step in the desert, I came to a deep ravine. I placed my back to the dark abyss and let myself fall backwards... into Mexico. Almost 3 years after the creation of "Dead Man Walking; Alive in Mexico (June 2011) I realize that I am very alive...
Pico de Orizaba
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Leaving for Mexico
I left New York City on a Greyhound bus. The last person I saw in the U.S., other than the ever changing bus passengers and the people in the many bus stations I passed through changing bus drivers and buses every 8 hours during the 42 hours between New York City and Nuevo Laredo, Tamaulipas was Michael's wife M'nique. Before leaving for Mexico, I sold almost all by belongings; cookware, art supplies, books... and left my apartment on Ocean Avenue for my mother's house in Flemington, NJ. I was with my mother and her husband Bruce until they left for France and I went to spend my last week in the U.S. with Michael and M'nique in their apartment in Alphabet City... Michael had returned from Mexico 3 weeks earlier and had a bunch of photographs to develop. We went up the river to Suffern, New York where the brother and brother-in-law of of Michael's new friends Leticia and Alfonso lived and worked in a photo shop. Also living in Suffern were Leticia's 18-year-old son Alfredo and her mother, all of them from the little village of Paso Doña Juana, Veracruz. I would later see Leticia's mother at Lety and Pancho's cabin on the beach when my mother and Bruce visited us almost a year and a half later.
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