the unamed

If someone is wondering, we just had an 8.1 earthquake here in Mexico. A strong one indeed; until now there are no big damages to buildings and the most common thing is lack of electricity in some communities and a tsunami alert in some zones.

(As far as I know)

But all of our twitter and Facebook is filled with memes and funny relatable texts. We are always like that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Update (no one sees the reblog with it): official sources say it was 8.2 The epicenter was Pijijiapan in Chiapas. There have been more than 200 replicas in a 4~6 degree range

Update 2 [!]: Reported deaths until now 61. (September 8, 17:41 pm) (this update can change the number if necessary)

Update 3: Telling by people’s reports on Twitter, Chiapas seems to be the most affected with several buildings collapsed or partially destroyed. It’s neighbor states suffer similar conditions. Some damages in the Mexico City international airport have been reported as well

Update 4: Classes have been suspended today Sept 8 in 11 states (Update) The IPN, UNAM (for today) and the ITESM (until new notice-mostly today-) have officially suspended classes; other universities are starting to reach out to their alumni. Since it’s exam season, try to locate your teachers to see if they know when will the exam will be reprogrammed. If you are already on your way to school, be careful and find a institution representative or check your school’s social media to confirm any labor suspension

Update 5: Not earthquake related but hurricane Katia (category 2) will arrive to Veracruz between today’s night and Saturday morning. Beware of big and strong waves in the zone and rain mostly in the middle of the country. Be EXTREMELY cautious when driving, accidents occur fast and frequent in this weather conditions.

-Some Emergency Numbers-
(Can call from any state): 911
Locatel: 5658-1111
Bomberos: 5768-2532
Fugas: 5654-3210

If I’m murdered

I want to share this in English because I think this is very relevant to every women out there.

On May 3rd, the body of Lesvy Berlin Rivera Osorio was found inside one of UNAM’s campus on Mexico city. She was left propped on a phone booth, strangled with the cord of the public phone around her neck. She was 22 years old.

The PGJ (not sure how to translate but it’s something like the General Court of Justice prosecutor) recently released a statement that was brought up based on several interviews with people that were close to Lesvy, including her boyfriend.

They were very good at mentioning that Lesvy had not been attending classes as she had dropped out of school recently.

They were very good at mentioning that she drank.

They were very good at mentioning that she lived with her boyfriend outside of marriage.

They were very good at mentioning that the night she was murdered she had been out with friends probably either drinking or doing drugs.

They were very good at mentioning that she dared to be outside, alone, at night.

They were very good at pinning the blame of a murder case on the victim herself, but they were no closer to finding the actual perpetrator. (You know, the person who ACTUALLY STRANGLED HER WITH A PHONE CORD?)

They used the phrase “found dead” instead of calling it what it really was: MURDER.

They made no mention whatsoever of her boyfriend being a suspect, despite the fact that he was the last person to see her alive, that they had attended the same party that night, and that they had a fight right before her murder after which (according to him) they parted ways angrily.

I’m not saying he is guilty, but perhaps if she had been a “good girl, grade A student” she would deserve justice and a proper investigation of her death instead of the PGJ violating the confidentiality of a still ongoing investigation by releasing these personal facts Lesvy in the media, as if that justified her murder?

I am tired of this and I’ve been holding back tears all day.

WE ARE BEING MURDERED, AND THE BLAME IS PUT ON US.

Violence against women happens everywhere, not just in distant places. Lesvy was killed in the middle of a college campus.

If you were killed, what facts about your imperfect life do you think they would bring up on the statements, on the news media?

This is how the hashtag #SiMeMatan (If I’m murdered) began. Because it seems to be always our fault, for being at the wrong place, with the wrong clothes, or at the wrong time (things not fit for “proper ladies”) and never the fault of the person perpetrating the crime.

Back when I saw Kelly Oxford’s hashtag about sharing our stories of harassment I remembered a similar movement that was made in Latin America a bit earlier called #MiPrimerAcoso (my first harassment) I realized that we face the same struggles, regardless of what language we speak.

This is why I’m writing this now, because I think you should know about Lesvy’s story and we should all be heard.

So here goes mine:

If I’m murdered:

It would be because I lived by myself in my apartment.
It would be because I confront people that catcall me on the street.
It would be because I like wearing knee high boots and stockings.
It would be because I dyed my hair a lot in whacky colors.
It would be because I hang out more with men than women.
It would be because I go out alone at night without the company of a man.
It would be because I drink when I go out.
It would be because I was flirty and friendly to everyone.
It would be because choose to have sex without being married.

You know what the worst part is about this?

That every woman who is tweeting this hashtag is very well aware that they could be next, and that the official responses might not be too different from Lesvy’s case.

Heck, even women that have marched in outrage at UNAM and women that have tweeted disgust at what happened have started receiving threats online.

Please stay together, and stay strong.

La desolación es cuando los objetos que estaban hechos para estar cerca, están lejos. De modo que, paradójicamente, lo único que tiene uno cerca, es la distancia.
—  Pablo Fernández Christlieb

“Scusa, non sono una persona con cui è facile stare”

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Dia de los Muertos - Mexico City 

A few shots of a local “ofrenda” on Day of Dead that is celebrated at the end of Oct/Nov each year in Mexico and are accompanied by late night music, thousand of colorful decorations of flowers, food and art all over the country. During these days homes are decorated with their personal “ofrendas” to their loved ones that have past and serve not only as a cultural day but also a form of uniting and bringing family together in celebration.

Purpose of festival: A day of remembrance and homage to those that have passed and is considered as a day when they are allowed to return to the world of the living.
Held: Oct 31st - Nov 2nd
Reason to love: Lots of cultural events, costume and food/partying all over the country. 

Esto es México.

Alrededor de la 1:30PM algunos tomando clase, desayunando, o recién llegando a la facultad, sentimos por pocos minutos que… más bien pareció una eternidad, como debajo de nosotros estaba sucediendo, un sismo, por un momento estás bien y al siguiente te repites en la cabeza: “no corro, no grito, no empujo”, “¿Donde esta mi celular?” “No pensé que se sintiera así” y sólo puedes ver instantáneamente como todos bajan las escaleras con las rodillas temblorosas y una cara que pocas veces aparece en multitud; Al fin bajamos, y todos en el punto de reunión, sistemáticamente desbloqueamos el celular,  “marcando a mamá” y no hay señal, comienza el momento de pánico. Después de esto, solo queda la incertidumbre, porque no solo no hay señal, ya hay contenido en las redes sobre los daños, incendios, colapsos provocados por este sismo pero para México no solo es un daño material, o una suspensión laboral, son vidas perdidas de mexicanos, de tus raíces, padres de familia, ancianos, ancianas, menores de edad, mascotas. No sabemos lo doloroso que es ver caer tu ciudad, después de verla tan alto.

Pero es México

Así que no pasaron ni 30 minutos cuando las movilizaciones de brigadas, vecinos, y demás comenzaron a ayudar, la solidaridad que durante algunos meses estuvo en receso ha salido  nuevamente a levantar al país y poner en alto nuestro nombre, la ayuda va más allá de ver botellas de agua, es limpiar heridas, y luchar por reducir ese número de muertes que se ve venir. Finalmente llegó la noche y no es momento de buscar dormir, si no de buscar una lámpara y baterías, porque esto no se termina aquí. 

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¿SABÍAS QUÉ?

Hay un lugar en nuestro planeta llamado Punto Nemo que es lugar más lejano e inaccesible. Se encuentra en mitad del Océano Pacífico 1600 kilómetros de la Isla Ducie, Isla de Pascua y la Isla Antártida.

Es tan lejano de cualquier de nosotros, los habitantes de la Tierra, que los humanos que más pueden acercarse a él son los astronautas, ya que la Estación Espacial Internacional orbita la Tierra a un máximo de 416 km, mientras que el lugar terrestre más cerca del planeta se encuentra a más de 2.700km. 

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Estudio la carrera de Administración en la UNAM, cuando entre la universidad decidí subir aqui algunas cosas de mi carrera para motivarme más. Mi maestra me da hojas para leer y yo lo resumo en cuadros, mapas conceptuales, etc. Me gusta mi carrera pero es muy teórica y para facilitarme todo lo subo aqui resumido, me da una satisfacción propia, quizás empiece con los retos como el de 100 días de productividad.

Facultad de Ciencias (hoy División de Educación Continua Facultdad Arquitectura) durante la construcción, UNAM, Ciudad Universitaria, Ciuadad de México  1952

Arqs. Raúl Cacho, Eugenio Peschard y Félix Sánchez

Faculty of Sciences, (today Division of Continuing Education Faculty of Architecture) during construction, University City (UNAM) Mexico City 1952

Creces

Creces oyendo historias de tus padres, de tus abuelos, de tus maestros, de tus primos, de personas que estaban ahí.

Creces viendo documentales cada año y oyendo historias de personas que estaban ahí, que ayudaron o que fueron ayudados ese jueves por la mañana hace 32 años.

Creces con un recuerdo que no es tuyo pero lo adoptas como tuyo.

Creces y te sientes listo de saber que hacer.

Creces y sientes que tu estuviste ahí hace 32 años.

Creces y crees que no volverá a pasar o que va a pasar pero todo va a aguantar.

Creces y de repente es el mismo día de hace 32 años.

Creces y te das cuenta que no estabas listo.

Creces y ahora ya es tu historia.

Creces y el recuerdo ya es tuyo.

Creces y ahora tú tomas las calles, tú agarras las palas para sacar a personas que no conoces pero ahora mas que nunca los sientes como tus hermanos, ahora tú haces los almuerzos para los rescatistas, ahora tú trasladas víveres, ahora tú informas.

Creces y te das cuenta que la solidaridad nunca se había ido.

Creces y pides a los demás que no se rindan.

Creces y te das cuenta de que tan querido es tu país y no puedes creer las muestras de apoyo.

Creces y ahora celebras cada vida y lloras cada muerte.

Creces y ahora tú das lo poco que tenías por alguien que ya no tiene nada.

Creces y así como les toco a tus padres levantar el país ahora es tu turno.

Creces y esperas que los que aún no llegan crezcan con tu historia y la aprendan y esperas que nunca más vuelva a pasar.