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  • Three days ago I had just finished my therapy sessions when I spotted a whattsapp on my phone. A friend wrote: I was just in a small restaurant in the Guadalupe Walking Street and there was this elderly English woman, who said she did not remember in which hotel she was and all her luggage was there and her money and she just could not remember the name and street and she was cold (it was raining heavily) and hungry.

    I published her photographs on FB and in n hour people had gotten together and found out about a friend she had in Tepostlán and that she uses to travl like this and get lost and the contact with her son in England. Stupid FaceBook is a great tool at times.

    My friend Deborah wrote: I live just round the corner, I will take her home with me!

    Later she sent me another message saying: The woman is fascinating! She wants to meet you!

    So, we met for lunch yesterday. I had read on the lady´s FB page that she used to be a kind of actress and wondered: Was this a scam? A way to meet sweet people wherever you go? Was she getting sick with Alzheimer´s Disease?

    Raga wear this incredible headdress, I am not sure I can call it a hat, it seems nearly a part of herself: a collage of pieces of fabric, broches, pendants, colorful bands and whatnot. She says that she takes it off just for sleeping and she hardly ever washes her hair. The headdress had caught attention of course of many bypassers and by now she has become a little famous in town and she obviously enjoys the attention and talks with many (who speak English) in bars and restaurants till late at night.

    She did not seem like a person sick with senility, she was sharp and deep and honest. I liked that. We chatted for 4 hours. Raga was with a friend in Tepoztlán, who seems to be a kind of psychotherapist or shaman, a young man in a wheel - chair, who helps her figuring out all the many conflicts she still feels she has with her mother, who is alive and kicking somewhere in England with 95 years old!

    We talked extensively about our mothers, the three of us. It was the first time in my life that I sat with a woman of 75 trying to find solutions for her conflicts with her mother, who is still alive!

    What an adventure! Great woman, great life: full of travels through the whole world!

    Yesterday morning the mayor of Chamula was shot to death. Chamula is the Mayan village next to San Cristóbal and very near to my house. The mayor and 4 of his deputees were instantly killed! Wild West. Mayan mayors are as corrupt as any other polotician in Mexico. He had received about 2.000.000 Dollars from the governor (after violent protests of his men). This money had been offered for social projects and weavers. A deal the governor had made with the Chamulans, so that they would vote for him. They did vote for him, but he then had not paid the money (after 4 years!!!) When people get violent in Mexico the government gives money. The mayor received the sum, but then he did not pay the people, whose money this was. Yesterday morning thousands of Chamulans gathered in front of their Cabildo (city hall) and asked for their money and the mayor did not want to give it and he was shot.

    Blocked roads, young kids burning our city hall a few days ago, looting businesses, Wild West in Cahmula, I tell you: my heart was trembling somewhat when I went to my lunch date yesterday.

    But life in Mexico once and again seems to be absurd theatre: downtown it was full of tourists, who knows how they manage to make it around the road blocks. It was warm and sunny and peaople had drinks on the tables outside in the walking streets and laughed and were happy as ever! Several young women from Guanajuato greeted me and exclaimed: what a wonderful city! We want to move here!

    And so told me Raga.

    I am not sure where her disability to get organized when she leaves, from: she loses her purse, on her travels here lost her laptop and phone, forgets where she is staying.... Whatever it might be: she is still a fascinating character and I invited her to my husband´s photo - studio tomorrow!
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