You know, one, two, three, four, five years go by and then Marcos gets a little boring.- Alma Guillermoprieto
What I wonder is what would happen in California, say, if all the Mexicans left from one day to the next?
Well, one of the things I discovered in the course of looking back and writing about what I saw in my memory is that I was a closely observant person long before I became a reporter.
There is no point to samba if it doesn't make you smile.
The most that somebody in Mexico City will get paid for a job in construction is 100 pesos a day.
The left is being funded primarily by the drug traffickers who provide this tax money and that is why the guerrillas in Colombia, unlike the guerrillas anywhere else in Latin America, have been able to survive for 40 years because they have a hard, solid source of income.
Talking in one language and talking in another, I think inevitably, produce two different personalities, as far as I have seen in other people. I assume it does the same for me.
So, you know, I always say that I am a Mexican, but if I had to be a citizen of anywhere else, I'd be a citizen of Manhattan. I feel very much a New Yorker.
One does, after all, take on many of the givens of a society when one takes on its language.
If you are going to be a myth or want to be a myth, you would better die young.
I am an efficient, good, professional reporter. But I also write. And so what I try to do is write about places that I know that I care about intensely and write about them in a way that conveys the fact that I care.
I realized that I had traveled to Havana during what now seems like the childhood of the Cuban Revolution, if you think that Fidel has now been in power for 44 extremely long years. I started looking at the revolution as history, and not as part of the daily news.
I may not have a practical mind, but it's very fixated on concrete things. I like detail.
I love food and I love everything involved with food. I love the fun of it. I love restaurants. I love cooking, although I do not cook very much. I love kitchens.
And, of course, millions of us cross the border to work in US homes and gardens and factories and carpentry shops and restaurants, and if you go to a restaurant pretty much anywhere in the United States, the chances are that the dishes will be washed by a Mexican.
