Sistema de Transporte Colectivo - Ciudad de México: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexico_City_Metro Postoji od 1969, sada ima skoro 200 stanica i 12 linija (koje svi razlikuju po bojama). Uživam u vozikanju gradom, iako većina linija ide samo ispod zemlje, što ne smeta (videćete kasnije zašto). Vožnja (dokle god i koliko god) košta samo 5 pesosa (=0.28 $, oko 30 dinara). Inače, metrobus je 6 pesosa (obični busevi su od 3). 1.6 bilion putnika godišnje :O / Exists from 1969, now with 200 stations and 12 lines (differentiated by colors). Enjoying taking a ride, although most of the lines are underground, which doesn't bother to me (you'll see later why). One ride is just 5 pesos (about 28 cents), not related to distance or duration of a journey. Btw, metrobus is 6 pesos (regular buses are starting from 3). 1.6 billion passengers annually :O
Klima većinom ne radi (uspešno), tako da je u metrou često toplije nego na površini. U toku kišne (letnje) sezone, ako pokisnete napolju, imaćete vremena da se osušite do naredne stanice.
Ima zabavljača, prodavaca, prosjaka, mini marijači bendova, mađioničara, bizarnih ljudi koji padaju na polomljeno staklo (koji, po priči, žive na ulici i Bog će vas blagosloviti ako im date novac), slabovidih koji prodaju muziku i/ili pevaju.
Ako ste svetli kao ja, ima momenata kada se osećate kao feta sir u zemlji dimljenog sira, dok vam koža malo ne uhvati boju. / Air condition often doesn't work properly, so it's warmer underground than on the surface. During the rain (summer) season, if you get rained on, you'll have time to dry up until you get to your destination. Inside, you can find entertainers, vendors, beggars, mini mariachi bands, magicians, bizarre people falling on broken glass (which, according to their story, live on the street and God will help you if you help them), blind who are selling music and/or singing.
If you're light-skinned as me, there are moments when you can feels as feta cheese in the land of smoked hard cheese, at least until you skin gets some color.
Ima stanica sa muralima i kopijama arheoloških nalaza na koje su naišli pri iskopavanju stanica (npr. stanice Insurgentes, Bellas Artes, Tacubaya).
Inače, ove klavirske stepenice koje rade po principu senzora se nalaze na stanici Polanco. Trebalo mi je par meseci da provalim da ne puštaju neku eksperimentalnu klasičnu muziku svaki put, već da zvuke prave sami putnici koji šetaju po stepenicama. / You can find stations with murals and copies of archaeological findings, that were encountered during excavations (for example, stations Insurgentes, Bellas Artes, Tacubaya).
Btw, the piano stairs on the photo with sensors on Polanco station. It took me several months to figure out that they are not playing every time some experimental classical music, rather that the sounds are made by passengers themselves.
"Apague su luz exterior, encienda su luz interior" - Isključite svoje svetlo spolja i upalite svoje svetlo unutra.
Policajci se često oglašavaju pištaljakama pri dolasku metroa i pre zatvaranja vrata. Inače, u vreme špica čuvaju ulaz u prva dva vagona koji su namenjeni samo ženama, starijima i deci.
Počelo je kao anegdota, da bi postalo uobičajeno. Žene se često šminkaju dok Miškove meksičke kolege i koleginice voze. Trepavice, obrazi, kosa, usne. Jednom sam video devojku koja je koristila kuhinjsku kašičicu da savije trepavice. Objasnili su mi da je delotvorno. Posle par minuta, u drugom delu vagona, još jedna. Ne možeš da ti ne bude smešno. I pored velike želje, i dalje mi je neprijatno da ih uslikam.
/ "Apague su luz exterior, encienda su luz interior" - Turn off your outer light and turn on your inner light. Police officers are often heard with their whistles when the metro is arriving or just before it closes its doors. During the jam, they are also guarding the entrance to first two wagons, dedicated solely to women, elderly and kids. It started as an anecdote, to become a regular thing. Women are often doing their make-up while driving. Eye lashes, cheeks, hair, lips. Once I was a girls using a kitchen spoon, in an attempt to bend her eye lashes. I've heard that it is effective. After a couple of minutes, in the other side of the wagon, there was another one. At the beginning, you cannot not to find it funny. I'm still uncomfortable to take pictures of them...
Ljudi su fini, dok ne dođe vreme presedanja u toku špica - teško vama ukoliko dolazite iz suprotnog pravca! Osećaj sardine se pojačava kada umesto "malo ka sredini" kreće takmičenje koliko još putnika može da stane. "Con permiso" zahteva i odlučan manevar. Iako ima policije, skoro u svakoj vožnji imate vagoneros-e, ilegalne prodavce koji kao da imaju megafon u grlu, kod kojih možete da kupite zaista svašta: CD-ove (muzika, filmovi, učenje jezika), olovke i hemijske, žvake, bombone, hranu (botanas - meze/grickalice), lampice za čitanje noću, knjige, časopise, muzičke slušalice, dobrotvorne akcije... od 5 do 20 pesosa. Ovi sa muzikom imaju zvučnike u velikim rančevima koji odjekuju vagonima: salsa, rock, pop, rancheras, hard rock, domaće, strano... samo 10 pesosa. / People are generally nice, until you need to take a ride during the jams - you're going to have a hard time if you're coming from the opposite direction! Feeling like in a can of sardines is reinforced when people are pushing to get inside. "Con permiso" requires also good maneuvering.
Although you can regularly see police at the stations, on almost every ride you can see vagoneros, illegal vendors which seem to have a built-in megaphone in their throats, selling all kind of things: CDs (music, movies, learning languages), pens and pencils, bubblegums, candies, food (botanas - snacks), night lamps for reading, books, magazines, music earphones, charity... all for 5 to 20 pesos. The music ones have speakers as big as their bag packs, playing salsa, rock, pop, rancheras, hard rock, Mexican, Latin American, international... just 10 pesos.
"No militarización, México no es cuartel" - Ne militarizaciji, Meksiko nije kartel. Linija 3 do UNAM-a, uticaj studenata. Od Resnika do centra Beograda mi treba oko 45 minuta do jednog sata, a ovde jedan sat samo metroom da stignem do univerzitetskog grada (UNAM) koji se nalazi na sličnoj razdaljini (14-15km). I još uvek niste blizu granice grada. Jednom sam video džeparenje - gužva pred izlazak, čoveku su iz džepa na grudima izvukli telefon.
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"No militarización, México no es cuartel" - Stop militarization, Mexico is not a cartel. Line no. 3 to UNAM, students' presence is visible.
It take me about 1h to get to the univeristy city (UNAM) on the south, which is about 14-15km away from my place. And you're still not near the edge of the city. I had seen pickpocketing once - during exiting, a man got his mobile phone stolen from his chest pocket.
Betmen. Pankeri. Svakojaki uniformisani radnici. Ljudi u starosedelačkoj odeći. Mlađa žena, obično obučena, koja peva, skoro pa operskim glasom, dok istovremeno doji bebu i ide iz vagona u vagon. Naravno, sve se ovo dešava kada nije dosadno ;)
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Betmen. Punks. All kind of uniformed workers. People in native clothing. A women, dressed casually, singing in an opera-like voice, while breast feeding and walking from wagon to wagon. Of course, these are the days when it's not boring :)
Sin Alehandra Hodorovskog, nastupa kao Adanowsky i obrađuje pesmu Leonarda Koena In My Secret Life (En mi vida secreta) u metrou Meksiko sitija (kao deo dokumentarca Hecho en México). Alejandro Jodorowsky's son, performing as Adanowsky Leonard Cohen's song In My Secret Life (En mi vida secreta) in Mexico City's metro (part of documentary Hecho en México).
Pravljenje „izveštaja“ sa putovanja je dobar način da se
zapamti doživljeno, kao i da se utisci podele sa ljudima. Međutim,
čini mi se da ukoliko se to ne uradi dok su utisci još uvek sveži,
prošao voz... Posle ovog bloga, s moje strane slede kraći utisci i
priče, prema inspiraciji i fotkicama.
Promise makes a fool happy!
Making travel „reports“ is a nice way to memorize the experience,
as well as to share it with people. However, if you don't do it while
the impressions are still fresh, it's gone... After this blog, Ill be
sharing with you all shorter stories, according to inspiration and
photos.
Ovde ću da napravim mali skok, između proslave Halloween u
Vašingtonu DC 2014. i Día de los muertos u Meksiko sitiju 2015.
Taman i uvod u Meksiko, koji verujem da vas sve zanima.
A small leap ahead, between Halloween in Washington DC 2014. and Día
de los muertos (Day of the dead) in Mexico City 2015. Great place to
introduce Mexico.
Washington DC.
U školici gde sam učio jezik, pored toga što se par profesora/ki
maskiralo, bilo je nekoliko ofrendas posvećenim Gabrijelu Garsiji
Markesu, Pablu Nerudi i Fridi Kalo. Ofrendas, iliti darivanja
mrtvima, su veoma karakteristične za Meksiko u ovom periodu. U
suštini, imate male kućne i javne oltare koji su posvećeni
preminulima, u ovom slučaju poznatim likovima iz sveta kulture i
umetnosti, pogotovo što je Garsija Markes* umro te godine. Pored
njih, naravno, postoje ofrendas koje se nalaze na grobovima (podseća
malo na naše zadušnice). Ukoliko pomislite na paganizam, niste
daleko od odgovora – ova tradicija se vezuje za prehispanske
običaje koji potiču od vremena Astečkog carstva.
In my language school, a few of the professors were masked, and there
were a couple of ofrendas dedicated to Gabriel Garcia Marques, Pablo
Neruda and Frida Kahlo. Ofrendas, or offerings to the dead, are very
characteristic for Mexico in this period. Basically, you have small
home and public altars dedicated to the deceased, in this case to
people from the arts, specially because Garcia Marques died* earlier
that year. Apart from these ofrendas, you can find them also on
graveyards (reminding me of Serbian zadušnice custom). If your mind
recalls paganism, you're not mistaken – this tradition is tied to
pre-Hispanic customs dating from the Aztec times.
(* Kako u španskoj, tako i u latinskoameričkim kulturama,
tradicionalno postoje dva prezimena – od oca i od majke, tim
redosledom. Skontao sam da kada samo kažemo „Markes“, da se to
odnosi na njegovo prezime od majke, a da je mnogo tačnije reći
oba.)
(* Like in Spain, in Latin American cultures traditionally two names
are present – from father's and mother's side, in that order. I've
figured out that when we just say “Marques”, it only referred to
his mother's surname, and that it's better to say both.)
Moj (nenadani) uvod u celu ovu priču je bila izložba „Smrt je
dozvoljena“ u galeriji beogradskog Instituta Servantes 2013 godine,
sa ofrendama i kalaverama (kosturi) koje su bile kombinovane sa
grafikama Hosea Gvadalupea Posade (José Guadalupe Posada).
My
(unintended) introduction to this whole story was an exhibition “La
muerte tiene permiso: José Guadalupe Posada“ in the gallery of
Belgrade's Instituto Cervantes in 2013, packed with ofrendas and
calaveras (skeletons), accompanied with Posada's great graphic
prints.
U Vašingtonu DC se dobro mogla videti mešavina između Halloween i
Día, oba inkorporirana u rimokatolički All Saints' Eve. Kako je u
mojoj glavi Noć veštica vezana za popularnu kulturu, a manje za
neki (tradicionalni) običaj, a u skladu sa novim interesom za
Meksiko, odlučio sam da posetim tri mesta u gradu koji će
zadovoljiti moj apetit.
In Washington DC you could had seen an interesting mixture between
Halloween and Día, both tied to catholic All Saints' Eve. As
Halloween in my mind is more related to popular culture, and less for
traditional customs, and bearing in mind my newly awaken interest in
Mexico, I decided to visit three places in the city.
Posle par presedanja metroom, prvo sam svratio do Meksičkog
kulturnog instituta (koji sam spominjao nešto ranije).
Smrt Garsije Markesa je i ovde bila tema, ali znatno razvijenija i
pretvorena u celo jedno malo hodočašće. Nakon penjanja uz
starinske drvene stepenice okružene muralima, dolazite do prvog
sprata instituta sa svečanim salama. Levo – ulazite u prostoriju
posluženi sa kafom, toplom čokoladom i – pan de muertos (hleb
mrtvih). Iako su mnoge horor asocijacije legitimne, ipak se radi o
mekanom, slatkom hlebu posutom šećerom koji možete da vidite
ispod.
After several metro connections, first I went to Mexican Cultural
Institute (mentioned earlier).
The death of Garcia Marques was also present, expanded and more
detailed, almost as a small sanctuary. After climbing the old wooden
stairs surrounded by murals, you're at the first floor of the
institute, surrounded by gala halls. On your left side – you're
entering a room where they were serving coffee, hot chocolate and –
pan de muertos (bread of the dead). Although many horror associations
are legitimate, still it's a regular, soft, sweet bread covered in
sugar which you can see below.
Taj hleb, zastavice (papel picado – cut paper) i oltari su
nerazdvojivi od samog običaja.
U prostoriji iza, obloženoj keramičkim pločicama i prirodno
osvetljenom gde se često nalaze manje izložbe, nalazio se prvi,
manji oltar – ofrenda. Posvećen Garsija Markesovim književnim
uzorima i piscima prijateljima, poput Horhea Luisa Borhesa i Vilijema
Foknera. Grejući svoje prste toplom čokoladom i sladeći se hlebom,
produžio sam do naredne, veće sale gde se nalazila glavna stvar:
oltar posvećen i samom Garsiji Markesu.
That bread, small flags (papel picado) and altars are intrinsically
part of the custom.
Walking further, in a room covered in ceramic tiles and natural
light, there was the first, smaller altar – ofrenda. Dedicated to
Garcia Marques' literary role models and friend writers, as Jorge
Luis Borges and William Faulkner. Warming up my fingers with hot
chocolate and eating the nice bread, I walked to the larger, right
hall, which had THE thing – a whole altar dedicated to Garcia
Marques' himself.
Da li deluje malo spooky i, na svoj način, bezazleno lepo? O, da. I
pored toga što je šarena i fantastična simulacija groba i kostura
koji kao da su izašli iz nekog starijeg crtaća (tipa Beti Bup),
neka atmosfera se čoveku lako uvuče pod kožu, a mene je usmerila
na razmišljanja (i) o mojim preminulima. Smrt nam je na neki način
približena, ali bez strave, već kroz puno boja i male predstave
sveta živih (na oltarima se nalaze i porcelanske činije sa
umanjenim bocama i hranom). Kao da nema čvrste granice između
svetova, kao ni straha (da li je to strašno po sebi?).
Was it a bit spooky and, in it's own fashion, harmlessly beautiful?
Oh, yeah. Apart from being a colorful and fantastic simulation of a
graveyard with skeletons which seemingly escaped from an older
cartoon (like Betty Boop), there was an atmosphere that easily could
get under your skin, which propelled me to think about my own
deceased family members. Death was somehow approached to us, without
the terror, rather in many colors and small representations of the
world of the living (on the altar you often have small ceramic bowls
with miniature bottles and food). It seemed like there were no firm
borders between the worlds, nor fear (was that the scary part?).
Svuda oko oltara su se nalazili mali drveni sanduci posvećeni svim
likovima njegovih romana čija smrt je bila opisana. Tu se nalazi čak
i Remedios, čija je smrt diskutabilna, a koja je na pola puta od
groba i plafona. Pojedini kosturi po spratu drže kratke opise
Garsija Markesovih romana. Šećer pada na parket. Žamor na
engleskom i španskom. Lobanjice od šećera. Kosturi deluju veselo.
Sada već u melanholično-kontemplativnom raspoloženju, krećem na
moju narednu stanicu.
All around the altar there were small coffins dedicated to writer's
characters who died in his novels. You could see even Remedios, whose
death is disputed, levitating between her grave and the ceiling.
Several other skeletons on the floor carry short descriptions of
Garcia Marques' novels. Sugar is falling on the parquet. Murmur in
English and Spanish. Sugar skulls. Happy skeletons. Now already in
melancholic and contemplative mood, I'm on my way to the next stop.
Odmah pored tzv. Mall-a, centralnog parka, odlazim do Smitsonijanovog
muzeja američkih indijanaca (malo više o njemu ovde). Na kružnom
podijumu vidim još jednu ofrenda-u, sa par muzičara koji su svirali
marimbu (Maya Awal). Okolo se nalaze štandovi sa suvenirima,
radionice za pravljenje maski. Dominira Latinska Amerika. Na
improvizovano groblje šarena povorka odnosi cveće. Nema isključive crnine.
Zatim se postavka menja i oslobađa podijum za ples jelena Yakui starosedelaca.
Right next to the Mall, central park, I'm visiting the Smithsonian's
Museum of American Indian (more about it here). On the circular stage
in the middle of the museum, I see another ofrenda, with a couple of
musicians playing marimba (Maya Awal). Around one could see souvenir
stands, workshops, children making masks. Latin America dominates. On
the improvised graveyard scene, a colorful procession is carrying
flowers. Nobody's in pure black. Than, the setting changes and there
was a demonstration of a traditional deer dance of Yakui native community.
Poslednja stanica za ovu priliku je bio bioskop u kome se od 2009, na
mesečnom planu, prikazuje the Rocky Horror Picture Show, zajedno sa
tradicijom učešća publike, što je bio nezaboravan događaj.
Očekivano za ovaj datum, bioskop je bio napakovan ljudima, gde je
skoro polovina bila maskirana, najviše u RHPS fazonu. Razlika između
publike i „glumaca“ je bila nepostojeća. Megafon, trčanje
unaokolo, srećnici sa određenim kartama – napred na binu. Komična
takmičenja u simuliranom seksu, biranje pobednika koji će igrati
manje uloge. Film počinje. Nije forma u tome da znate tekst pesma i
replika, već da ih kreativno izokrenete naglavačke. Dobacivanja u
horu. Pojavljuje se na sceni (i ekranu) Dr. Frank-N-Further, i kreće
da peva sa njegovom dvojnicom iz prvih redova (koja je btw bolje
izgledala od glumca). Za ostale utiske... idite i vidite predstavu.
The last stop was a cinema with a tradition since 2009 of screening
the Rocky Horror Picture Show almost every month, with audience's
participation, which was a memorable event. Quite expected regarding
the date, the cinema was packed, where about half of the visitors were
under masks, most of them in RHPS outfits. The difference between the
audience and the “actors” was non existent. Megaphone, running
around the seats, the lucky ones with certain ticket numbers – onto
the stage! Comical competitions in simulating sex scenes, selecting
the winners which will play the minor roles. The movie starts. It's
not just that you know the song lyrics and the lines, but to
re-create them in a bizarre fashion. Choir shouting. Dr.
Frank-N-Further appears on the scene (and the screen), and starts to
sing with his doube (her) sitting in the front rows (which, btw,
looked better than him). For the complete impression... go and see
it.
Jesen
2015. Planiram neko vreme Día de los muertos u Meksiko sitiju,
odlučujem da napravim sopstvenu masku. Kupujem tikvu za koju ne smem
da vam kažem koliko je koštala na pijaci. I to kod prodavačice na
pijaci Jamaica koja nije skupa, jedine osušene tikve koje sam uspeo da pronađem.
Nemam nikakav karakter u glavi (prva
greška), nastaje u procesu. U glavi su mi
maske od tikvi sa Belih poklada i razmišljanja o festivala u
Vevčanima koji je ispratila drugarica Tamara Marković. Dajem
nenadanu krvnu žrtvu – posečen kažiprst.
Autumn
2015. For quite some time been planning Día de los muertos in Mexico
City, decided to make my own mask. Bought a gourd which was so
expensive, I cannot tell you why neither why I had spend that money.
It was on Jamaica market which is not expensive, but those were the
only gourds I could had found. I have no defined character in my mind
(first mistake), work in progress. I'm thinking of gourd masks from
Bele Poklade custom in Serbia and thinking about the carnival in
Vevčani (Macedonia) which my photographer friend Tamara Marković visited and
documented. I'm having an unintended (blood) sacrifise – I had cut
my index finger.
U gradu opet kombinacija Halloween i Día. Na pijaci kupujem
papirnate zastavice koje verno prate tradiciju i savremeno društvo
(kostur sa laptopom).
Tri dana traje praznik: subota, nedelja i ponedeljak (28-30). Neki
planovi otpadaju, a neki se pojavljuju spontano. Nema provoda uveče,
ali sa jednom komšinicom i njenim gostima posećujemo Coyoacán (gde
se nalazi Fridina porodična kuća i muzej posvećen Dijegu, između
ostalog).
In the city, a deja vu, I see a combination of Halloween and Día. On
the market I'm buying paper flags, traditional and modern ones
(skeleton with a laptop).
The holiday's on for three days – Saturday, Sunday and Monday
(28th-30th). Some plans change in the last
moment, others show up spontaneously. No evening going out, but with
a neighbor and her guests we're visiting Coyoacán (with Frida's
family house and a museum dedicated to Diego Rivera, among others).
Primećujem
ofrendas koje su društveno angažovane. Jedna govori o deci koja su
stradala u požaru svog obdaništa u državi Sonora. Druga prikazuje
žene stradale od posledica nasilja i koje se vode kao nestale. Treća
jasno predstavlja predsednika Enrikea Penja Nieta koji proždire
belog goluba/icu, upućujući sa „+43“ na pokolj 43 studenata
(normalistas) iz Ađocinape, tragedije koja se desila u septembru
2014. i još uvek tekuću akciju „¡Nos faltan 43!“ (nedostaje
nam 43).
I'm
noticing socially engaged ofrendas. One talks about the children that
died in a fire of their kindergarten in the state of Sonora. The
other shows the pictures of missing women and victims of family
violence. The third one clearly represents the actual president,
Enrique Peña Nieto, which is devouring a white dove, with an
inscription “+43” referring to the missing 43 students
(normalistas) from the city of Ayotzinapa, a tragedy that took place
in September 2014 and a protest “¡Nos faltan 43!” (We're missing
43).
Posle toga posećujemo Soćimilco (Xochimilco), deo grada na jugu
koji je jednim delom zadržao mrežu kanala i jezera, zaštićenu
UNESCO-om, za koje se govori da vuče korene od starog
Tenochtitlán-a, tj. Meksiko Sitija pre dolaska Kortesa i
konkvistadora. Pada noć i gledamo vatromet.
Afterwards, we're visiting Xochimilco, part of the city on the south
which have kept its lakes and a network of channels, protected by
UNESCO, for which the people say dates back to the old Tenochtitlán
– Mexico City before the arrival of Cortés and the conquistadors.
Night is falling and we're watching the fireworks.
Poslednji dan, uspevam da se vidim sa dvoje novih prijatelja –
Barbare i Borisa iz Ljubljane koji se, nakon godinu dana provedenih
ovde, vraćaju u Sloveniju dan kasnije. Obilazimo ponovo Kojoakan,
gde je odabrana Miss Calavera Catrina (kostur Katarina, popularan lik
Dana mrtvih). Obilazimo el Museo Nacional de las Culturas Populares koji ima postavku u čast nedavno preminulog strip autora Gabrijela Vargasa. Koristimo priliku da se fotkamo – oni što se pakuju
i putuju, a ja da, za promenu, imam fotke samoga sebe. Odlazimo do
restorana Mesón Antigua sta. Catarina koji gleda na mali trg sa
crkvom, gde mezetimo i nastavljamo dalje, ka jednom od gradskih
groblja, koje se zove Panteón Frances.
The last day, I'm managing to see two new friends – Barbara and
Boris from Ljubljana who, after spending one year in Mexico, are
getting back to Slovenia the next day. Again we're visiting Coyoacán,
which had it's Miss Calavera Catrina competition (skeleton Cathrin, a
popular character of the Day of the dead). There was an interesting exposition in el Museo Nacional de las Culturas Populares dedicated to recently deceased popular comic author Gabriel Vargas. We're using the
opportunity to make photos of eachother – they are leaving soon,
and I to have any photos with myself on them. Visiting the restaurant
Mesón Antigua sta. Catarina, overlooking a small square with a
church, grabbing smth to bite and continuing to one of the city
graveyards, called Panteón Frances.
Starinsko groblje koje, delovalo mi je, čak i u ovom danu koji je
posvećen mrtvima, čami nekako prazno, sa skulpturama i raznoraznim
grobovima. Eto, utolili smo želju da odemo i na groblje.
An old fashioned graveyard which, even in these days, it seemed to
me, had been empty-ish, with many sculptures and diverse graves.
There, we have been to a graveyard to see the customs.
Kasnije, u sopstvenoj režiji, obilazim glavni trg Zocalo, gde su mi
rekli da se tradicionalno nalazi još jedna javna ofrenda. Ništa od
toga. Puno ljudi, koncerti. Bogato kostimirani zarađuju koju paru za
fotografisanje sa njima, ima svega – od zombi pankera, preko
tradicionalnih katrina, do stvorenja iz pop kulture. Nisu na fotkama jer nisam imao sitno :/
Later, on my own, I'm visiting the main square Zocalo, where I was
told I could have found a traditionally big ofrenda. Hm, nope. Many
people, concerts. Ones richly masked are taking photos for money, you
could see everything – from zombie punks, traditional catrinas, to
pop culture characters. I had no change to take a photo of them :/
Po povratku kući, stavljam masku u ćošak police i gledam je.
Mazanjem boja za lice na tikvu, postigao sam jedan sada već nenadano
razmrljani efekat koji sam preneo i na pantalone. A crvena je u
međuvremenu postala nekako ljubičasta. Iduće godine neka manje
zahtevnija maska.
Upon returning home, I'm placing the mask in the corner of a shelf
and look at it. By putting some face paint on it, I've accomplished a
(now) smeared all over effect which extended accidentally on my
pants. And the red color became purple (?!). Next year definitely a
different and a less demanding mask.
Ako još uvek imate neki čudan osećaj povodom Dana mrtvih, pogledajte ovaj kratki animirani video. If you still have a restless feeling regarding the Day of the dead, check this short animation.
