Chimalhuacan buried Yesterday, when I got home, I saw a pile of tools in my sidewalk and I realized my street would be blacktopped soon. I began to remember when here there was only a handful of houses, at that time this place looks more as a desert than a town, the ground was very open and frecuently the wind blows very heavy until create storms and eddies made of sand and trash. In the summer, it poured with rain and the desert became a lagoon, when my family wanted to get out from home, we sinked in the mud to our knees. Some time later a native kind of grass from Chimalhuacan grew up and a lot of ajolotes began to appear into the water. In a short lapse of time one could see millions of frogs and toads hopping in everywhere. I liked to haunt them, and organizate hop competitions whit my friends. Suddenly, while I was thinking in my childhood, I saw a rat getting out from a sewer. Before here wasn't rats... nor seweres. I thought. The city is eating this place, slowly, nothing is like in the past, the people younger than me don't belive my stories about the frogs, the eddies and the lagoons, (like I don't belive the stories of people older than me, who tells here there was fishes and herons in widers lagoons, 30 years ago). Today, only there are grey houses. Time is going away, everything is changeling. I'm miss the old times, could it means I'm getting old? I still remember that nights when toads and frogs croaked as loud than nobody couldn't sleep and my dad said -one day everything will be pavimented here and that horrible animals will be extincted-. I haven't see toads or frogs in many years. Soon, maybe tomorrow, the asphalt machine will pass over here and the old Chimalhuacan will be buried, and will stay unknown.