“…Hold on: / Hold on to what is good, / Even if it is a handful of dirt. / Hold on to what you believe in, / Even if it's a tree that stands on its own. / Hold on to what you must do, Even if it's far from here. / Hold on to life, / Even if it's easier to let go. / Hold on to my hand, / Even if one day I have to go away from you… ”. Prayer, Pueblo Indians.

**For 28 years, I lived in the wild concrete jungle of Mexico City, where the heat and endless time trapped in traffic take over the zombie society addicted to work, coffee, and 9 am tortas guajoloteras, from Monday to Friday.