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  • On August 29th at 4:30 in the morning Alejandro finally took his last breath. He had been so bad that his family did not allow any non – family – members into the room to see him anymore. About ten days earlier Alejandro had been operated to remove a tumor – I guess Cancer – from his Pancreas. They say before the operation he was asked if he had a message to give to his many friends and he answered,” Meditate, learn about the Dharma!”

    After the operation he was in intensive care, connected to many tubes, very uncomfortable and in pain, but they say he never ever complained, whenever he was awake he meditated. Until he could not meditate anymore or maybe he fell into the total meditation, who knows.
    I guess that Alejandro was close to 80 years old.

    The day before he died I dreamt all night long about him.
    Alejandro was not what I could call a close friend of mine, and then: he was. He was a psychiatrist, psychoanalyst and Vipassana – Buddhist teacher, student of the famous Erich Fromm, who had escaped to Mexico from Nazi – Germany.

    I met Alejandro about 13 years ago on a conference about Buddhism in the beautiful city of Puebla. Many teachers were there, he never ousted himself as such, he was just this elderly, skinny, lovely man who organized these kinds of events to bring the different and often fiercely competing sects of Buddhism together. Alejandro Cordova Cordova was a psychoanalyst, who gave therapy for very little money – VERY unusual for psychoanalysts; he did not even own a car and made the trip from Veracruz, where he lived in a room in his sister´s house, to Mexico – City weekly by bus.
    He introduced Jon Kabat – Zinn´s program of Stress Reduction in Mexico and that was the second time that I met him. We were about 40 people in the course and when each person told what had brought him or her to the training, nearly every single one mentioned his name, they pronounced his name – “El doctor Córdova – with such love and respect that I thought by myself . How much would I like to be loved like that!

    He had been born in Chiapas and our encounter inspired him to return here after many years of absence. He visited me twice, gave us lectures about Psychoanalysis and Buddhism and Psychoanalysis always seemed to fall short. He saw patients, he guided meditations. He told me about his exquisite experiences during long retreats and last time he was here, during lunch, he said,” You know, Kiki, every morning when I wake up I am aware that this might be the last day of my life, I meditate on this.” He seemed completely at ease.
    What I notice is this: you do not need to meet a person for long to be inspired by him or her; someone can become your role – model in a split second. Alejandro has become mine. For sure he has become that for many people who have met him.

    He has not left books or a famous name behind, but a trace of love….
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