“A dog day afternoon.” On the 14th of March we decided to launch ourselves to another district where we might get our first vax shot. First centre was packed. We moved over to the other centre in the district. Found a few gems along the way.
The Jaguar looked at us and said nothing.
Blue river. (In memory of the King:)
The blue Jaguar showed us the way.
Tie a ribbon to the old yellow tree, said the Jaguar. You sure, Dude? Wasn’t it a yellow ribbon? Not here Dude.
Ixchel, the Mother of Gods, will guide you.
The 43 of Ayotzinapa are gone forever *. The deer will come out of the Peyotl. Wait! Don’t inhale the smoke…
Close your eyes, Catrina. Do you remember the paintings that were here before you?
(I told you guys not to inhale)
Ixchel was here before, I think. Isn’t she the Goddess of water?
Just go round the corner. To your left. That’s “right”.
Look up, young woman. don’t look back.
Don’t let the Catrinas frighten you.
They mean no harm.
See the baby tiger gnawing at the tree? He is not afraid.
“I wasn’t sure you could put my hair back. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” (Neither did I. Not enough space to take the entire mural in one shot)
I shall wear Tlaloc’s mask.
My name is Azraela. “She who God helps”. Some call me the Malak al-Mawt, the Angela of Death. Angela? Yes. Some things were lost in translation. My friends call me Red. (Azraela is a major character in a few of my stories. Fancy seeing her there.)
“Au revoir”, said the Frog.
We did eventually get our shots. Yeah! Impeccable organization on school-grounds, under close supervision by the Mexican Army. The Army has been put in charge of securing all incoming vaccines, and all logistics, and cold chain. There were maybe five or ten thousand people under canopies (sun was strong) moving in orderly fashion from one step to the other of the vaccination process. Hundreds of volunteers, public health system nurses and doctors. I wonder why Macron can’t do that?
*43 in one of the murals above, refers to the 43 students who were abducted by the police a few years back, handed over to the Narcs, who executed them all in one night and disposed of the bodies. Never found. Boys and girls aged 20 on average.
The next “murals”, starting with a “Catrina”, are in the Hospital zone, a few blocks away from the house. Brand new. I had taken the previous ones (need to search my files to make comparisons), which were badly overtagged. The new ones are spectacular. (It is a lot of Catrinas in a hospital zone. Mexican humour?) They are, as many of the other murals in this post, a joint – and wonderful – initiative of the City’s water system, Converse, and Comex, the leading paint producer in Mexico. A common theme: “Water”. And a chance for artists to make some money and show their art.
“Au revoir” said the Frog. 🐸