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
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Walking...
I walked all over New York City. One day I walked off the corner of Seeley Street, crossed Prospect Park, Parkside, Brownsville, Bed-Sty, Clinton Hills, Williamsburg and ended up in Greenpoint, the largest Polish Community in New York City. However, in that Polish Community was my favorite Thai restaurant, wonderful Seafood Fried Rice... Memories fading, memories fading... I never asked for just one dish. There was something else... No, I didn't have much money. But, the restaurant wasn't expensive... There was cafe in Williamsburg... Not interesting... In Clinton Hills there was Joloff Restaurant, a Senegalese Restaurant. What caught my attention most was the mural paintings inside and outside of the restaurant...
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