Carsten Höller’s exposition Would you pay for see a pile of pills or a wall of light bulbs with no explanation about? Maybe yes, if you do not mind spending your money and time, but when you have been trilling to the exposition for much time, it is frustrating. That happened when I visited ‘Sunday’ the Carsten Höller’s exposition in Rufino Tamayo Museum, one of my favorite museums in Mexico City. I had been exciting because I had thought the exposition could be a golden opportunity to know about the artwork of one of a most famous modern artist, but I only found pieces without sense. Before I went, I read that the exposition would be composed by 50 pieces, but I only found 30. At least I would look forward to seeing any explanation about that. Last but not least, the customer service at the ticket window was disrespectful. A lady who attended was rude to a disabled woman who could not hear well. I would recommend that the employees took a course about no discrimination.

Essay: Cities, cradle of modernity Cities are the cradle of our social, economic, cultural and scientific development. During millennia, the emergence of cities has been related to the evolution of society. Since around 3,500 B.C. in Mesopotamia (now south of Iraq) was established the first city, Uruk, where humanity left to be nomads and became sedentary for a better life and to contribute to produce wealth. Nowadays, the cities constitute a window of opportunities, where you can get a job, school, entertainment, technology, health services, sports. For talented and young people, the cities are an opportunity for professional development and for industry, a door for a competitive world. It is undeniable problems caused about overpopulation in the cities: pollution (air, visual, noise), social and economic inequality, crime, environmental effects, etcetera and physical and mental health issues. Despite that, the features of the cities represent too the opportunity to correct the effects of lost values, nature conservation, and cultural identity. With challengers about different types, the cities are a cradle of knowledge too, and it is possible to think about a chance to improve the civilization of our time.

My great-grandmother, my inspiration Nowadays, the inspiration is found when you see someone reach a significant goal. Our culture and competitive world is obsessed with talent and ability. But, is that all? I don’t think so. In my opinion, you can inspire when you believe in yourself and, just in like poker, you play in the best way with the cards that life gives you, because you can end up winning no matter how bad the cards are you have. I think that was the reason why my great-grandmother has inspired my life. She raised as an orphan in a convent when her mother passed away and her father left her. But she never got down at school; she always was quick-witted and high-spirited. When she got married at an early age and had 5 kids, she started her own businesses, and with my great-grandfather bought a bigger home. All she wanted was to have a family. I hardly remember moments when she complained about something that made her sad or upset. She always said that the kindness is free, and you can change the day of others. Sometimes, when I feel sad or annoyed, I remember her wisdom and I feel blessed to have met her.

Josephine, the snake's mom “If I disappear do not look for me,” those were the words that my mom said before I left her house. Lately, she always wanted to be accompanied. I thought as she was 75 years and she was depressed for the death of my father a long time ago, maybe she only wanted to draw my attention. Three days after I called her, but she never answered my calls. After a week, I came back to call her; I texted her, and she didn’t answer me. So, I had to go to her house. When I went into, the house had a bit of a musty smell. Everything was in disorder, I started to worry me, so I climbed the stairs and looked for in her room. I only found to Josephine, her big yellow python, who always slept with my mom, and, now I remember she had grown up since the last time I saw her. In this moment, Josephine was laid in the bed, she was wearing a bathrobe of my mom and she had a mysterious smile. Almost a year after her disappearance, there is no trace of my mom, the police continue finding. My only solace is Josephine, who now sleeps with me and I don’t know the reason, but I think she smells like my mother.

If I disappear do not look for me, a thriller story “If I disappear do not look for me” they were the last words of my mom, and a letter, an old and closed letter. She had told me the story of that letter. The next day of their wedding with my dad, they started their honeymoon trip from Houston to New Orleans. After 12 hours to drive, they looked for a hotel in a town, but they did not find a place, so in the road, they saw a picturesque house in the forest. It was 12:00 pm when they knocked at the door, so eventually they heard steps inside, and suddenly an old man appeared. He said that they did not rent rooms, but he and his wife would receive them. When my parents heard the names of their hosts, Josephine, as my mom, and Albert, as my dad, they laughed and said that was a great coincidence, that they were newly married. During two hours, both marriages took coffee and talked for a while. The old man took to my parents at the room; they said goodbye and slept in the beautiful house. Next day, my mom and my dad woke up early and when they went out and found this letter in the car. After 1 hour to drive, my parents arrived in a cafeteria and when they told to the cook about the wonderful couple that they had met in the road, the chef could not believe it. “Albert and Josephine died the past month, their house was burned accidentally, but the police never found their bodies,” said the cook. As my parents could not believe the story, the man showed the newspaper, whose headline said: “Couple die in a tragic house fire”. When they came back to the house, they realized that the house was burnt and abandoned. They decided that they never would open the letter of their hosts. For many years, they tried to understand what happened that night, but they found no logical reason. When my mom said that maybe she disappeared too, I did not believe her.

A fake and funny new A 26-year-old man was arrested on July 2, 2017, in Tijuana Cross Border Xpress when he attempted to pass to San Diego with at least 100 fake green cards hidden in his luggage. In his statement, the man, named Carlos Garcia “El Vato”, said that the fake documents had been forged in Santo Domingo, a famous place in Mexico City for forgery of all kinds of official documents. According to court documents, Carlos Garcia stated he was introduced to smuggling by a man in Mexico and admitted to prosecutors he had done similar work on previous occasions after being contacted by a recruiter in Tijuana. On trial, the defender said “El Vato” only attempted to smuggle bogus documents of the USA government without aggravating the situation further, therefore, the Mexican citizen, could have been aggressive in his arrest, but he had put up no resistance to his arrest. The defender argued that Carlos Garcia committed the crime of smuggling because he needed the money to support his poor family. The judge sentenced “El Vato” to 10 years in prison for smuggling. When a program tv of Mexico looked for the handsomest prisoner of the world, “El Vato” became famous for his physical resemblance to Cristiano Ronaldo, and when a magazine interviewed him, he confessed that if only he had crossed the Tijuana border at the San Ysidro crossing, he would not have been arrested and now he could have been a model or, perhaps, the double of CR7. In his recent statements, “El Vato” confessed that “if I had not bought fake green cards in Santo Domingo, I would be enjoy my luck and fortune”. As the moment, he continues in prison and as has a lot of free time; he is much fitter than ever, even CR7.