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| 60 people watched the documentary about the renowned Huichol artist Sanchez de la Torre. At the Cervantes, they were sitting toward the rear. |
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| Like me, keeping up their strength between films |
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| Principals onstage to talk about the Polish-Mexican film Six Degrees filmed in bothcountries |
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| Deciding, as usual, the hardest part |
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After seeing the colorful film about Sr. De la Torre making art--a mural he painted now is displayed at the Metro station near The Louvre, but he was not invited to the opening-- I walked over to a small nearby restaurant. I walked in on a black-and-white scene on the large television that shocked me. The owner and his teenaged son were staring at footage of police brutally beating demonstrators.I judged from the coverage it must be Mexico. "Where?" I asked.
"Puebla."
"Is it worse than Guanajuato?" He nodded.
"How can they do this? "Those people have rights.".
Looking right at me, he said, "Estamos en Mexico."
I didn't start on a history lesson about my own country. I wanted him to keep talking.
"At least they're showing it on television," I said.
He let me know I wouldn't see it on Televisa."We watch a cable news channel here and at home."
I followed up by checking the headlines at a new stand today. None of them reported the beatings.
