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  • I returned to a state in turmoil: marauding teacher – mafia – unions, that block the roads, vandalize supermarkets and have taken over 30 municipalities in Chiapas, among them the one of the biggest city: Tapachula, where they have burnt the archives. Tomorrow they will take the airport in the Capital, they are blocking shopping malls, the IRS – office and most tourists do not come anymore. Meanwhile our governor parties and suppresses any news in local newspapers. Children do not have school. They recently blocked the Coca-Cola Plant, they are against Corporations, that is fine with me, but they sit in front of the Coca Cola and drink Coca Cola all day long –hahaha (Mexico is the number one consumer of Coca-Cola!!!)
    The whole thing has started, because now teachers have to pass an exam, they know they cannot pass it, teachers education is pessimo in Mexico and they want to inherit their lifelong plazas to their children, they don´t want English and Computer Science on the curriculum….now the leftists have taken over the movement. Well, don´t have hopes: here the left is as corrupt as the right.

    We just could get home from the airport, because we arrived at 1 o’clock in the morning and that is when even these wild teachers sleep and leave the roads to the population.

    I came home to the kitchen water – tube and the dryer broken and for that reason a putrid smell in the whole house. The very next morning electricity went and did not return until the evening. Yesterday morning I began my normal life here going to my office to teach meditation and first my taxi forgot me, when he finally arrived the driver was very sweet and apologetic, but as soon as we reached downtown he had a flat tire and I had to run what I could – quite a challenge with bad eyesight – to be punctual. We had just finished the meditation when a super – thunderstorm rolled in: the next tropical depression is above us, it has rained all night long.

    Welcome back to the Chaos!
    Meanwhile FIESTA continues. The International Cervantino Cultural Festival has even the marauding teachers fascinated. International is gone: no international theatre group wanted to come to the so troubled state of poor Chiapas! But local artists are filling in. Rock musicians play, we had a wonderful art opening in our gallery yesterday.

    Welcome back, Kikilein, to the chaos, FIESTA, family and friends.

    Welcome back to the grandkids asking for homemade crepes and ice – cream.

    I drink tea in the garden with my husband and tell him:” I am scared with all the social upheaval. I am sad, because whenever I travel far away from home I realize how small and insignificant my life really is and that the only BIG next thing that will eventually happen to me in my life is DEATH…”

    My husband stares at me and I see that he tries to concentrate hard on what I have just expressed. I wait for words of acceptance or consolation.

    Instead he finally comes up with this,” You know, Kiki, I just really cannot get into that. It is too much for me. I just read anew recipe about how to prepare the fillet that I still have in the freezer. I do not know if I will cook it the way I always do or try out this new way. What do you think? How will you want to eat it later?”

    I am speechless. I laugh. I laugh so hard and I love him so much, because he has given me exactly what I need to feel better and return to accept my Chiapanecan life just the way it is…

    Laugh and Love save the day!


    Photograph by Kiki, seen in a small café in Springdale, Utah, just outside of Zion National Park
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