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INTENTO ENTRAR, NO LO CONSIGO. Es mediodía, el sol reluce, y en Tlatelolco, un corazón de México, cientos de personas salen en estampida por las puertas de vidrio de la torre. La torre es imponente, sus cien metros de alto: fue el ministerio de Relaciones Exteriores y ahora es un centro cultural de la Universidad Nacional; aquí, a veces, los centros culturales tienen ese porte. Trato de preguntar qué pasa pero nadie se para; les han pateado el hormiguero, corren.
–¡Sexto piso, aquí a mi izquierda, por favor!
Grita un hombre en un megáfono, y poco a poco le hacen caso.
–¡Consejo de Médicos de Urgencia, cuarto piso, de este lado!
Grita más y más corren, y por fin una mujer me explica que hubo un temblor y que por eso.
–¿Un temblor?
Digo, con ídem.
–Sí, pero nada, una cosa de nada. Lo que pasa es que la torre bailó un poco.
Dice, pero su cara no me tranquiliza. El del megáfono intenta calmarnos con información:
–No se preocupen, amigos, no fue nada. El epicentro del temblor estuvo lejos. No se preocupen, no va a pasar nada.
Es raro el miedo cuando llega tarde, demorado, cuando llega por algo que no fue: cuando es conciencia de lo que habría pasado.
–Hubiera visto como se movía. Yo rezaba, rezaba.
Me dice una mujer embarazada.
–¿Usted es extranjero, cierto? Usted no sabe lo que es vivir en una tierra que se mueve.

He estado veinte, treinta veces en la Ciudad de México; he trabajado aquí, he publicado aquí, he imaginado la posibilidad de vivir aquí, aquí viven algunos de mis mejores amigos; no conozco la Ciudad de México.
Conozco trocitos de México, algunos barrios, algunas sensaciones –y a veces me pregunto si hay otra forma de conocerlo. (¿O conocerla? ¿México es femenino o masculino? ¿Digo: México la ciudad es femenino o masculino?)
No la conozco ni lo conozco –ni creo que sea posible conocerlos. Pero lo intento, una y otra vez.

https://elpais.com/elpais/2019/03/07/eps/1551957675_108084.html

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Posted by on August 13, 2019 in South America

 

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Mexico, Cuba, and Trump’s Increasing Preference for Punishment Over Diplomacy

In his approach to the carrot-versus-stick equation that is central to statecraft, Donald Trump always opts for the stick. Apparently unaware of, or unconcerned with, the advantages offered by the canny use of public diplomacy, coercive tactics have become a main feature of his Presidency. On the international stage, Trump has used rhetorical bluster, unleashed financial sanctions, and threatened military action against adversaries such as Iran, Venezuela, and North Korea, and has deployed withering tariffs to initiate an ongoing trade war with China. It is not only against nations with which the White House has ideological differences that Trump has chosen such an approach; he has also made rumblings about slapping tariffs on imports from long-standing American allies, including Canada, France, and Germany.

The weaker the country, the more bullying Trump’s behavior. In March, for instance, in a bid to pressure the nations from which much of the current surge of migrants is arriving, he announced cuts to U.S. humanitarian aid to Guatemala, Honduras, and El Salvador. On May 30th, he moved to punish Mexico over immigration, as well. He peremptorily announced, via a pair of tweets, that he had decided to tax all Mexican imports with a five-per-cent tariff, beginning June 10th, “until such time as illegal migrants coming through Mexico, and into our Country, STOP. The Tariff will gradually increase until the Illegal Immigration problem is remedied, at which time the Tariffs will be removed.” His idea was that the tariff would rise by five per cent at the beginning of every month until it reached twenty-five per cent—the same rate he has levied against China.

https://www.newyorker.com/news/daily-comment/mexico-cuba-and-trumps-increasing-preference-for-punishment-over-diplomacy

 
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Posted by on June 12, 2019 in South America

 

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In Mexico, López Obrador Takes Power—and the Difficult Dance with Trump Begins

he inauguration, last Saturday, of Mexico’s new President, Andrés Manuel López Obrador, was a remarkable occurrence in several ways. Not least was the fact that he is the only left-winger to come to power this year in a hemisphere swinging fulsomely to the right, in one country after another. As a case in point, in Brazil, the ultra-rightist former Army officer Jair Bolsonaro, who will assume office in January, has promised a “Brazil First” administration, and has been greeted effusively by John Bolton, Donald Trump’s national-security adviser, as “a like-minded” partner.

Not only is López Obrador, who is popularly known as amlo, not a camp follower of Team Trump; he is a veteran leftist nationalist who wrote a book last year titled “Oye, Trump,” (“Listen up, Trump”), in which he stands up for the rights of his country’s migrant workers in the United States. He is also Mexico’s ultimate Comeback Kid, having run in two previous Presidential elections, in 2006 and 2012, both of which he lost. He was narrowly defeated in the 2006 election, and he claimed fraud, refused to concede defeat, and donned a white-red-and-green Presidential sash of office in his own, parallel inaugural ceremony. He carried on protesting for months afterward in the Mexican capital, along with thousands of his loyalists, before giving up.

https://www.newyorker.com/news/daily-comment/in-mexico-lopez-obrador-takes-powerand-a-leftist-stance-against-trump

 
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Posted by on December 12, 2018 in South America

 

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La caravana migrante y los federales ignoraron las leyes mexicanas

Miércoles 24 de octubre. La romería de migrantes centroamericanos se ha internado ya más de cien kilómetros en territorio mexicano sin que ninguna autoridad se atreva a detener su paso.

Este miércoles 24 de octubre, miles de personas recorrieron los 65 kilómetros que separan al municipio de Huixtla -donde acamparon durante dos noches- y Mapastepec, en el sureño estado de Chiapas. Aunque avanza como bloque, la marcha dejó de ser una masa compacta en las carreteras, para separarse con kilómetros de por medio a lo largo del trayecto: los primeros en llegar se apoderaron de la plaza central del Mapastepec desde las 10 de la mañana; mientras que los más rezagados caminaban bajo un calor vaporoso a lo largo de los últimos 25 kilómetros.

https://elfaro.net/es/201810/centroamerica/22608/La-caravana-migrante-y-los-federales-ignoraron-las-leyes-mexicanas.htm

 
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Posted by on October 26, 2018 in South America

 

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Andrés Manuel López Obrador, Donald Trump, and the Error of Comparison

To tens of millions of Mexicans, Sunday’s stunning electoral victory by the charismatic leftist candidate Andrés Manuel López Obrador, a perpetual also-ran in the country’s recent Presidential elections, was an apotheosis. López Obrador, or AMLO, as he is also called, won fifty-three per cent of the vote, leaving his nearest rivals, including Ricardo Anaya of the conservative PAN party, far behind. Not only did López Obrador win; the party that he founded a few years ago—the Movement for National Regeneration—also won a majority of seats in both houses of the national legislature, and it took five of the nine governorships that were up for grabs. It was, as they say, a real sweep. And unlike a number of recently disputed elections in Mexico, López Obrador’s win was the chronicle of a victory foretold. To many observers, he has been the favorite to win this year’s election since Donald Trump took office, a year and a half ago.

https://www.newyorker.com/news/news-desk/andres-manuel-lopez-obrador-donald-trump-and-the-error-of-comparison/amp

 
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Posted by on August 3, 2018 in South America

 

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The Maya maths revolution

In a classroom in south-east Mexico, eight-year-old Verónica Yuritzi Martín Puc’s hand shoots up with the answer. On her desk is a sheet of paper with a simple grid drawn on it. She has put two dried black beans in one of the squares on her grid and a shell of dried pasta in another. More beans, pasta and some thin wooden blocks lie unused in piles on the desk.

Yuri, as she is known, is learning maths — but not the way most children do. Instead, she is following a method invented thousands of years ago by her Maya ancestors.

https://ig.ft.com/special-reports/maya-maths/

 
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Posted by on August 3, 2018 in South America

 

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Prohibido votar por una indígena

El 14 de febrero una camioneta recorría el desierto de Vizcaíno en Baja California Sur. Daban las 3:30 de la tarde, después del almuerzo, bajo un calor intenso, en la Carretera Federal 1, que carece de curvas y adormece peligrosamente. Todo conspiraba a favor del riesgo, pero la caravana no podía detenerse.

https://www.nytimes.com/es/2018/02/24/opinion-villoro-marichuy/

 
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Posted by on March 23, 2018 in South America

 

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How Mexico Deals with Trump

A few months ago, at Mexico City’s Auditorio Nacional, workers were cleaning up after a triumphant viewing of “L’Elisir d’Amore,” broadcast live from the Metropolitan Opera House. Outside, in the bright sunshine, Reforma Avenue was closed to traffic for a protest. Angry people gathered on the theatre steps, waving Mexican flags and hoisting effigies of Donald Trump, and then began marching toward El Ángel, a century-old monument to Mexican independence. One protester carried a placard that read “Mexico Deserves Respect.” Another held a poster of Trump with a Hitler mustache and the tagline “Twitler.” A local activist known as Juanito carried a large American flag bearing an unflattering image of Trump and the message “Enough! Gringo Racist, Full of Shit Trump, Son of Satan, You’re a Danger to the World.” Juanito said that he was prepared to take up arms against the American incursion, demonstrating his resolve by pointing out the scars of old bullet wounds.

Source: How Mexico Deals with Trump | The New Yorker

 
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Posted by on October 3, 2017 in North America, South America

 

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Terror, Chaos, and Solidarity as Another Earthquake Shakes Mexico City

Momentous times. As Hurricane Maria, right on the heels of Irma, smashed its way past Dominica and toward Puerto Rico, in the Caribbean, on Tuesday, the inhabitants of Mexico City were reeling from the terrifying shock of a 7.1-magnitude earthquake that struck in the early afternoon. By Wednesday morning, more than two hundred deaths had been reported in Mexico City and in the nearby cities of Morelos and Puebla. Dozens of buildings had collapsed in the capital, while many, many more were damaged, and their occupants evacuated. Amid panic and chaos, people crowded into the streets, while plumes of dust rose from teetering structures across the city.There were several bitter coincidences about Tuesday’s earthquake. It struck just a couple of hours after Mexico City’s residents participated in an earthquake-preparedness drill, and on the thirty-second anniversary of the terrible 1985 earthquake that killed at least ten thousand people. And it came just twelve days after another powerful earthquake—the strongest to hit Mexico in a century, measuring 8.1 on the Richter scale and lasting nearly four minutes—had rocked the city. That quake had caused widespread damage and killed at least ninety-six people in states south of Mexico City—Oaxaca and Chiapas—but no one died in the capital itself. The difference in the effects had to do with the locations of the epicenters. The September 7th quake had its epicenter some five hundred miles away from Mexico City; Tuesday’s was only a hundred miles distant.

Source: Terror, Chaos, and Solidarity as Another Earthquake Shakes Mexico City | The New Yorker

 
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Posted by on September 22, 2017 in South America

 

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The Drug Runners

It was a half hour after midnight and Silvino Cubesare Quimare was approaching the ghost town of Separ, in southwest New Mexico. Tall and lithe, his skin browned from years of laboring under the desert sun, he strode through the darkness. Strapped to his back were two homespun burlap packs, one filled with 45 pounds of marijuana bricks and the other with enough burritos and gallon jugs of water to survive another week in the wilderness. With him were five cousins and a nephew, each shouldering a similar load. They trudged silently past the scars of an old copper mining trail, long-gone railroad tracks and trading posts that once upon a time exchanged men, minerals, and equipment across the border to Chihuahua. Up ahead, they saw the lights of a highway and knew they were within a dozen miles of their drop-off. They’d reach it before daybreak.It was April 2, 2010, and over five days they had traveled roughly five hundred miles from their village of Huisuchi, in the remote Sierra Madre mountains of northern Mexico. For months, Huisuchi had been cursed with drought. Though clouds had gathered off and on over the villagers’ homes—dark, billowing masses that overshadowed their huts among the fields of corn—it had not rained. The villagers had danced, and their children had tossed handfuls of water toward the sky, asking their god Onorúame for help, but relief had not come. By early spring their corn was burned on the stalk. Rather than face starvation, Silvino’s cousins had approached him with an idea: they could go on a drug-running mission across the border. It was a quick-paying job, and it would help their village. “You’re strong and you know the way,” they pleaded. “You’ve done this before.”

Source: The Drug Runners – Texas Monthly – Featured

 
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Posted by on August 10, 2017 in North America, Reportages

 

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