Las Fridas

Mexicanas

When the door opened, the air had a different quality...I walked down the hall...yes...people looked different also...the ride from the airport to some place close to downtown took about 20 min...When I got off of the small bus I realize how different life could be...it was my first time in Mexico city...the size of the city impressed me...yes...whatever strange food with strange smell (to me at that particular time, let's be clear) people were eating in small places was different...yes...but not stroke me as much as seeing Mexican women in the streets...it's was very impressive...very exuberant...very peculiar...the hair...the make up...the clothes...the way they walked...it was extravagant...I was fascinated that a place could be so different from Brazil...with my eyes already set up to see the world thru my own culture...I could not see sense in what I saw...things did not match..strange...weird...intriguing...I could see but I could not understand...that was the beginning...