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  • A woman called me a few days ago: if I would give them an interview. I always do.

    Yesterday morning I went downtown early, the woman picked me up, suddenly I was sat on a park bench in the zócalo, the main square, I spotted cameras, I was sat on a nice and cozy sofa positioned in front of the City Hall and two sweet middle - aged ladies started interviewing me. It was TV! Just the local Chiapas TV, but: TV!

    How good that I had not known, not having known did not leave me time to grow nervous. I just pretended I was really sitting in someone´s living - room, even though the sun pushed over the trees and right into my weakly eyes.

    The ladies asked me this and that and about the 35 years of LA GALERÍA and I chatted away: about my art, psychotherapy, meditation, handicaps and handicappeds like me, womens´ lives and rights and about Socrates´ eternal and so very important and often forgotten question: WHAT IS A GOOD LIFE?.. and how to care for the terminally ill and how finding a GOOD LIFE before our moment of death might change that moment for the better or maybe even make it sweet.

    I got used to the microphone and suddenly by the feeling that this was a good life that I have led and continue leading in this my adopted small town in the Southeast of Mexico, actually the first town founded in Latin America after the Spanish Conquest or so they say.

    The interview lasted a whole hour and will be aired twice next week and will also be accessible on the Internet.

    Later during the day Gamey García from a local radio station asked me for an interview. We covered more or less the same topics.

    Afterwards I started wondering why people had suddenly and on the same day discovered me for interviews.

    Was it because a few days earlier I had noticed that in July this year our business will have its 35th anniversary? As soon as I had discovered this I had worked on the logo for the celebrations and published it on FaceBook.

    This morning I rescued a long - forgotten blouse out of the depth of my obviously too crowded wardrobe. I really like this blouse and put it on and liked myself in it (as far as I succeed in recognizing myself in the mirror). While I waited for my taxi to arrive my neighbor, Juan, a Chamulan Mayan man my age, came over to chat with me. Domingo started as an evangelical refugee from traditional Chamula with literally nothing 30 years ago. Today he is a rich man with 4 houses and land in many different places in Chiapas, he owns trucks and is a transporter. He told me about his newly built swimming pool in Villa Las Rosas, where it is much warmer than here. The pool is 17 meters long and 2 meters deep. He was proud.

    "Can you swim?" I asked him, because I know that most indigenous people do not know how to swim.

    Juan shook his head," No, I do not know how to swim, but," he smiled with excitement," I will learn how to swim now!"

    My taxi arrived and the chat continued with the taxi driver, who asked my help in trying to find a way to resolve a conflict he has with his father - in - law.

    When the weekly meditation began, we danced to Ayub Ogada´s uplifting African songs, and I was so happy! I danced and loved life. Yes, I am getting old. Yes, my body hurts here and there. Yes, people suffer and die. Yes it is true: Life is a bitch and then we die. But it is also true that life is often very good and very beautiful.....and then, still: we die!

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    Art by Kiki
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