by FERENC IVANICS
We were hungry. Passing by various small villages in hope of finding a buffet or some place to get something to eat. Finally we gave up and stopped at the—probable—center of a village that was tiny as well. Near a—how to put it—statue of low qualities. It commemorated Emiliano Zapata a leader of the Mexican Revolution.
We began to peel coconuts on the main square while some of the local folks started to approach us. We told them who we were and that we were looking for a comedor, a place to eat. There was no comedor but a guy suggested that we bought some meat, eggs and bread in the store and her wife would make some sandwiches for us. It was a deal, though they didn’t accept anything for the help. We were happy with our bellies stuffed. There are good folks around here...
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