Prayers with tabacco.
Palved tubakaga.
Chalmita, Mexico,
april 2009
Pilt: Sander

Pyha geomeetria. Higistamistelk.
Holy geometry. Temazcal. Sweat-lodge.
Chalmita, Mexico
aprill 2009
Pilt: Sander

Horses above, we are sleeping under all, in the tipi.
Hobud ülal, meie kõige all, tipis.
Chalmita, Mexico,
1. aprill 2009
Pilt: Sander

Welcome! I just survived 4 days of nothing. Pure Breath!
Tere! Olen elus pärast 4ja päeva mittemillegiga. Puhas hingus!
Chalmita, Mexico
5. aprill 2009
Pilt: Sander

There she goes.
Seal ta läeb.
Mexico D.F.
märts 2009
pilt: Sander

Stop. Avenue.
Peatus. Avenüü.
Mexico D.F.
märts 2008
Pilt: Sander

Holy Light is Your Path.
Pyha Valgus on Sinu Tee.
Zocalo, Mexico D.F., Mexico,
april 2008
Pilt: Marian

Just seal, m2gede rypes 2rkas teravus enese sisse ja nyyd on sammud sel rajal edasi viimas.
Enese sees on 2revus. See on hoopis teine kui siis, kui kuus kuud tagasi Mehhiko poole lendama hakkasime. Siis lihtsalt j2lgisin, mis juhtub, polnud erilist tunnet...
Praegu on k6hus liblikaid ja p6nevust. Inglid ytlevad, et on uued algused.
Jah,
eile sattusime kasutatud kauba paradiisi (oi, emale siin meeldiks, ja teistelegi, usun:), korjasime endile viie ja kymne peeso eest pykse ja pluuse ja kampsuneid. M2ng. Oled selline kui tahad olla.
Ainult et kotist tuleb palju kraami minema visata, sest kott pole vahepeal kasvanud. Ja 6nneks on lennukitel ka tonnaazilimiit.
Meil on kingad¡
See teeb nii viisaka tunde enda astumisse, et tore on¡
V2ikeste ja armsate elu asjadega saab l6butseda, saab muutuda.

Melon.
Papaya.
Oaxaca juust.
Avokaado.

Need on mu t2nase p2eva menyys, lemmikud siinselt maalt.

Kas olete kuulnud chia seemnetest... Me leidsime neid siit. Sander teadis, et tegemist on imem6nusate ja muidu yliv6imsate terakestega. Neil lased vee sees endile m6nus limapallike ymber tekitada ja siis ampsad lusikaga. S6dalased pidavat paari lusikat2iega p2evakese v6itlust vastu pidama... ja saab yletada k6rbeidki..
Need seemned on siitmaalt, hispaaniaste tulekuga eemale t6ugatud (eks see kaval vallutusplaan ole, et v6etakse kohalikud v2etaimed k2est 2ra, nagu amarantigagi tehti) ja praegu kohalikele ysna tundmatud. Meil joppas, et yhest naturista ja soya poest leidsime nad. Head teekaaslased.
Ehk j6uavad nad kunagi ka Eestimaale, kui mitte teiste, siis meie kaudu yhel heal p2eval. Niiet hoidke p8idlad pihus ja s88ge rohelist sibulat seniajani¡

Hea uudis on ka see, et google translator on eesti keeleski saadaval: http://translate.google.com/
Tundub, et eestlaste n2ol on tegemist parajate arvutifriikidega. Meil on pimedad 88d ja pikad talved.., j6uab tegeleda selliste asjadega. Mehhikos muudkui p2ike paistab, siin inimesed on rohkem v2ljas ja teistega koos.. Ega kui meil Eestis suvi on, siis keegi eriti t6sist t88d teha ei m6ista... kujuta ette, et siin on suvi kogu aeg...:P
Ja kui meid endeid vaadata, siis vahest kui arvuti juurde satume, on ikka asju, mida asjatada. Arvuti on ikka hea s6ber, mitte vaenlane:)


Jaa,
Viis Tiibetlast - harjutused, mida v6id lahkelt enda juurde lubada. Raamat on olemas eestikeeles ja allpool leiad video, kus on n2ha, kuis neid harjutusi teha saab. P.S. Ookean pole harjutuste edukaks sooritamiseks vajalik, kuid aegajalt on hea end veega puhastada ikka, just nii, kuis k2ttesaadav on¡
Alustasin.
Nendega on nii, et alustad kolmest kordusest ja iga n2dal teed kaks rohkem. Teed, kuni j6uad 21 korduseni. Sinna j22d pidama, see on piisav ja kylluslik¡ Hea toonus ja kerge tunne¡ Maagiline¡
Infot leiab internetist ka, Five Tibetians, inglise keeles.

Lend lend
kanna meid
kanna tuul
kanna muld
olen puu
olen suu
olen muu
sina ju

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Just there in between the mountains I found sharpness and simplicity, which is now guiding our road to Canada. The last day here.
Wow, it feels so different from the times we were coming to Mexico, 6 months ago. It feels butterflies inside, it feels excited¡
Angels are saying that there are new beginnings.
Indeed.

Yesterday we walked into a big market, full of second-hand gringo clothes - God bless those americans who are consuming so lot that the left-overs are so plentyful¡ We found new pants and shirts with 5 and 10 pesos... And a warm jumper for the cold (which I am already waiting for...)...., actually it feels so good to be able to wear more clothes than just the lightest shirt... And here is getting a bit too hot as well, it is not so good to be outside during the midday anymore...
Oh, jeah, we can throw away a lots of things now, cause bags are still the same size... and fortunately the plain has its on weight-limits as well ;)
Shoes, we have nice shoes now¡ I guess we can trick them now - they don`t think we are hippies anymore...
Those small things make such a difference really.
One great thing is that our sleeping bags are also washed now¡ Hooray to Jim who has a washing machine¡

Melon.
Papaya.
Oaxaca cheese.
Avocados.

They are part of the menu today. Good indeed.


Chia seeds - have you heard about them... They are wonderous, small and big when you give some water to them. Warriours could fight a whole day with just some spoonfulls... and you can cross the deserts...
So, just go and make your body and soul happy with them. In Estonia you might not find them yet, but wait, when we come back we will help those seeds to cross the borders¡


Good news - google translator: http://translate.google.com/ is available in Estonian now as well¡
Go and check it out, it is free¡
:)
Estonians are kind of computer-freaks for sure - they have long and dark nights and winters..., cold weather from time to time.. Here in Mexico people go out and take a taco and a bear..., it is warm all the time... You know Estonian summers - nobody is making serious work in summers..., but imagine, here it is always as summer....:P
We get along good with the computers as well.
Only sometimes they are not around so much...


Have you heard about 5 tibetians - the exercises - you can start doing those now, they really are simple and easy, but they work inside and outside, they are like chia seeds :) And I started with them just now.
Take a look:

There is a lot of material in the web..and in the books as well.
Take yourself into your own hands and make a change into your daily routine¡
All the things we know good, we have practised...:)
By the way, the ocean is not neccessary there to be successful, though, cleaning yourself with the water from time to time - yeah, you want to do this¡
So, you start with 3 repetitions with each exercise. With every week you add 2 times. And you get to 21 and stay there. This is enough. This is magical.
Try it out¡

Wing wing
carry us
be the sky
we fly

Eesti keeles, Eesti meeles

Jaa,
on kyll n6ndamoodi, et kui ainult vennaga k6neleda emakeelt, siis vahest tuleb kirjutamine hoopis inglise keeles. Ja on neid, kellega teel kohtutud ja kes meie pisikest yhemiljonikeelt kohe sugugi ei m6ista. Tuleb siis igatmoodi teha.


Nyyd on otsa saamas aeg Mehhikomaal. Oleme viimase n2dala siin olnud,
kogenud igasugususi.
Praegu k6nnime s6bra j2lgedes, kes on ses suurlinnas ennem olnud - tema s6pruskond ymbritses meid kohtadega, kus magada ja ringi liikuda, inimestega nende eludest. Sellises viibimises on kohtumisi selle s6braga, kes on yhenduslyli, Leon - 6pime teda tudma, s6prade kaudu. Ja samas on teada, et see on minevik. Praegu on tema juba mujal, Arizonas.

Rabelesime end toas puhkamisest v2lja ja l2ksime Xochimilcosse, mis on selle suure linna kylje all olev v2iksem kohake, kus on palju vett ja kanaleid. Paljude tagaaiaks on vesi, koos paadikesega, millega s6itma minnakse. Kanaleil on ujuvad toidukohad ja suurtel paatidel peetakse pidusid.
Syrreaalne on n2ha surnud koeri, pinnale kerkinud ja paisunud... ja siis natuke maad edasi hyppavad lapsed koos kingade ja teksadega vette, sulpsti!
Vesi on pruun. Prahti on ka n2ha.
Need poisid, kes aerutavad, on tugevate rinna- ja k2elihastega. Ja need, kellega meie kohtusime, on "k22bikud", nagu naljatades taipasime. Meie Sandriga oleme Inimesed P6hjast. S6rmuste Isand on siin m2nguks.
Naine on kummaline olla, kui mehed ymber on nii lyhikesed. Tekib tahtmine olla pisem...
Mis seal's ikka, selg tuleb sirgu ajada ja edasi astuda,
kohtusime ka poisiga, kes on kyll mehhiklane, kuid pikkuse poolest Inimene:)

Sai t6detud koos, et
mehhiko-viis suhelda on h2sti s6bralik ja avatud, k6ik on kohe amigod...,
aga see on selline tulev ja minev yhendus. EI hakata hingeasjadest jutustama.
Ja vahest on tunne nii yksik. Surud endas ka alla need teemad, mis p2evakorral justkui pole..
P6hjamaine, v6i siis minu ja venna arusaamine ja yhendumine on seestkaudu - see on nii, et tunned s6bra hinges 2ra ja pole vaja pikalt bla-bla'tada, saab kohe l2hedane olla. Ja see tunne on hoopis toitvam. On hoolimise tunne.
Tuleb julgeda valida siin,
mitte ainult mehhiklaste kulgemisega kaasa minna,
sest see v6ib l6ppeda kahetunnise autos6iduga sinna, kuhu k6nides j6uaks 10 minutiga. Ja vahepeal sai kyll kohtutud mingite inimestega, kes mingeid asju ajavad... Aga on selline loksumine ja hajevil olemine.
See on v2sitav.
6pin julgema ytlema - STOP! EI, see pole praegu see, mida ma tahan.


Mehhiko on olnud voolamine. On olnud alistumine ja vastu v6tmine. Selles on omajagu uitamist ja siis v2sinud olemist. See on kuidagi kaval, et voolamine justkui hea, aga kui selles pole selgust ja sihti, siis on see omamoodi raiskamine.


Nyyd siis l2heme Kanadasse, kuhu tahtsin juba alguses ka minna. Ringiga. L2heme p6hja.


Keha ja meel tuletavad meelde,
et saab olla kerge ja inspiratsiooniline,
et tuleb lasta endast lahti.

2rgata unest, mis on illusioon.
K6igepealt lubad minna negatiivsel.
Siis lubad minna positiivsel.
Tagasiteed ei ole.

M2evisioon

Selleks, et kergeks saada tuleb lihtsalt v2hem syya ja juua - nii lihtne see ongi.
Valisin enese reaalsuseks neli p2eva kaunis kaljusopis, kus ruumi vaid kehapikkuse jagu et pimedal aal puhata, olla neli p2eva ja 88d ilma toidu- ja veekraami tarbimata.

N6nda siis meid viidigi m2e otsa ja seal ma siis istusin.
Suheldes P2ikesega.
Suheldes taevaga.

Suheldes k6ikide kirevate lindudega, kotkaste ja koolibridegagi.

Suheldes puudega.
Suheldes katkuste ning 6itega.

Suheldes 8iste t2htede ning kauni kuuga.


Suheldes enesega.


On huvtav t6deda, et pea on ikka yks paras tegelane kyll. Muudkui ketrab p2evad l2bi igast pahna. V6tab pea kolm 88d-p2eva, et olukord rahuneks, ning siis hakkab sinu keha nalja viskama, sest talle tundub et oled kuidagi viimasel ajal v2ga paikseks j22nud, ning vedelik ja muud kraami liigub v2lja rohkem kui sisse tuuakse. Kas hakkab surm tulema - - v6din, v2rin.


Koolipingis 6pitud t6de, et inimene kes on kolm kuni neli p2eva ilma veeta on sama h2sti kui surnud, ei vastanud sugugi t6ele. Oleks rahulikult p2evaksese v6i pisikese pingutusega ka kaks veel suutnud olla.


Kergesti v6ib tekkida kysimus, et miks kyll kallis inimene sa sellist v2rki enesele korraldad.

Vastaksin s2ravate silmadega, et aga miks mitte. Kui pole proovinud, siis ka ei tea.

Nyyd ma siis tean, kui v2he ma tegelikult vajan.
Nyyd ma tean, et m6tteselgus ning energia liikumine on n6nda paljuski s6ltuv sellest, mida parajasti oleme otsustanud k6husoppi sokutada.
Nyyd ma tean, et minus on midagi millest ma midagi veel ei tea.

Nyyd ma m6istan, kui helde ja hea on meie suhtes emakene maa oma k6igi andidega.

Ka see sai selgeks, kuidas jahedast 6htu6hust v2rskust koguda.

Ning arvan et yyrikesteks hetkedeks suutsin ka t2iesti m6tlemise peatada, v6i siis viia see v2ga madalale sagedusele.

Selguse hetkedel kaob k6hust tyhjus, meelest iha ja meeltest tunded - on vaid yks - on k6ik.




K6ik see oli reaalsus veel n2dal tagasi, kuid istusin oma m6ne kodinaga seal m2e otsas.
T6esti veelkord tahan toonitada kui v2he me tegelikult vajame, ning mis on meie harjumus.
Loodus on suureks toeks ja inspiratsiooniks sel teel. Kes v2hegi suudab ja soovib - minge 6ue, tantsige taevaga ning nautige iseenast 2rkava kevade nooruslikus embuses.

Tunnen suurt erinevust, kuna k6ike seda kirjutan maailma yhest suurimast betoonmetsast - Mehhiko Linnast, mis praegusel hetkel on pea inimtyhi - k6ik kes v2hegi linnast v2lja p22sesid on t2histamas Jessukese lugu kuskil kaunil rannal l8sutades v6i kirikuid m88da kummardades ning oma otseses m6istes risti kandes. Mida suurem, seda suurem :D

Madre de Mexico - Gueadalupe
Padre de Mexico - Jesus


N6nda toimib see kaunis ja syrreaalne riik. K6iges oma puhtuses ja prygis, valguses ja varjus ning vabaduses ja ilus.


Ait2h

fresh sensation

What happened? I ask, cause it feels different today morning. New feeling. Like some things I have forget and some things have changed. I don't remember the dreams, but I feel the feeling.

I woke up in the city, with 25 million people around. Before I fell asleep there was loud music around, people partying and haveing their enjoyment. Smokes. Drinks. You know..., city-life in friday evening... Walking in and out..., this is a place where everybody comes... Travellers, by-passers. We are here as well. But 9 people who are also living here are on the beach now, vacation for them.
So, with Sander, we cleaned the kitchen and the living room and bathroom, to be able to survive here. What a shit people can create really! It is a good experience to see it! And clean it!
I feel in a way we are a clean-up team, travelling in the world.
I like it.

Nights are long,
I do are a lot in the internet in these days as well. It feels like I need it now. I am reading something, finding something, getting inspired. And getting tired as well. I am accepting.
This is also all me,
after 5 months on the road, in the nature, in the sleeping bag,
it is such a relief to crush into somebody's bed,
to take care of the stressed cat and to see prostitutes on the street. And do lasagne in the oven.

The next city is waiting for us.
The next country is there to recieve.
And the world is there to trust.
Canada.
My dream.
Life = Dream
I have to take care of it.

You can be whoever you want to be. It is all in your mind.
My life, our lives are teaching us to see and meet with the world, which is so full of everything, is so dual. It is ugly and it is beautiful, it is inspiring and it is tiring. And it is evergoing. There is no way out of life when you are alive. And once you have seen some things, there is no turning back. You can't forget.
It is damn hard sometimes,
but it makes you smile and go on and
see,
what is there,
behind the next curve.


I write in English
as it is possible.
I hope all the Estonians will be able to read it. And when not, then this is an exercise, to broad the mind. To find a way to understand.
Estonian is inside always. Now I am just changing this what comes out. The form. It is nothing.
I can think in both of those languages now,
sometimes a bit in spanish as well.


Well,
Mother of Mexico just provided us papaya, mangos, guayabas and limes - our breakfast.
We might as well go out now,
take some metros and go somewhere we haven't been yet,
meeting somebody we haven't met yet. He might be called Oscar.


The World is stopped by deaths and births.
New life cathed my feeling now. Kadri, the girl from the seat next to me, from highschool, from University..., she is on the wave of meeting with somebody, who is totally new! It is wonderful! It is....,
it makes me laugh and cry,
it makes me to realize how big gifts Life has for us,
we can live and choose.

Life is to live, not to ear living.
In Estonian it would be like:
Elu on elamiseks, mitte elatise teenimiseks.

Elu ei ole selleks, et teha midagi, mis ei vaimusta, lihtsalt sellep2rast, et raha saada. Nojah, eks seda tuleb selleks teha, et aru saada, et seda ei taha teha... :)
Well,
life is not here to do something which doesn't touch you inside, just to make money.. Well, well, you might need to do it in order to understand that you don't want to do it anymore!
So,
go for it!



;

Biology book made a mistake...

... I can now tell for sure that it is possible to stay alive for four days without eating and drinking anything. And more than that - it is very inspiring, it is a travel into yourself, it is an experience which can show you things more clear and bright. It is all up to you.

I had to build every day a non-permanent shadow from my sleeping bag - it was just so strong there. And I felt how important is to keep the water what I have inside, not to sweat so much...
After the mid-day sun went behind the cliff, which was just behind me, on the west side.
Shadow.
This is a blessing.

Breathing is essential. You have to breath out in order to breath in. It is the same in life in general - you have to give to get and you have to recieve to give. Endless process.
Cold breeze is like a water which gives you freshness and energy. I am somebody who likes some cold around me. Sun in here is nice.., but the feeling that coldness gives to you, is just different. The whole life is different based on what you breath in and out.


I met with myself. What can I do when there are so many thoughts in my head that I just can stop them and they won´t let me to go to sleep... Afterwards I heard that it is not easy to fall asleep because something in you feels the closeness of death. For sure, I am more close to the death than in a "usual day", it is my decicion. And this something tries to keep you awake... All the thoughts just come there and chill around...
Even the birds seem to talk so loud and much.
But there is nothing else to do than to surrender.

Sometimes I was weak.
Sometimes I stood up and I made some exercises and I felt so clear and easy.
I met with the Eagles.
I met the Tiger inside.
I met with the Angels.
It is as much real as it is not real.
It is all inside and all outside.

What there is you have in your life?
Even your life is not really yours. You born and you die. Do you choose it conciously? Some do.
Is there a free will which is mine?
Maybe.
May be.

I am grateful that I am alive.
I decided to find my new favourite shoes and a skirt and to go and paint out there, maybe in Canada. And I will do some music and meet with friends and there are no fears - all is possible.

Thank you World, for being here,
it is so dual,
so, there is nothing else to love it,
to let it be.


I met with my past. Native americans.
It is presence as well.
I am going from here,
all there is to meet,
is me,
one-in-all,
the world.

Tipi

It took me 22 years to get to the place where I can sleep in a tipi, go to sweatlodge, sing native american songs around the fire, go to tipi with all those people, stay up all night, take peyote, sing, sing, sing, watch fire, fell asleep, wake up again, dream, get to feel the people around me... and the next day just starts with fresh fruit and corn and sacred meat and we say hello to the sun, we greet all 6 directions and make a prair.

I found myself cutting 365 small pieces of red cloth. I put tabacco with herbs inside them. And they all are in one line. They will be around me, when I go to the mountains.

It feels like home. It feels so familiar and so film at the same time. Beautiful.
And what is funny - here are some people, we already met on the rainbow. And one guy has been on the horsecaravan - it just seems more and more that world is so small and connected. Same paths are crossing again. So, there are no good-bye´s really. You just have to trust and be sure that you will meet with those people who are close to your heart.

I will meet you, dear one,
world is round.



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Maailm on ymmargune ja mu algused ja l6pud said kokku kui viskasin kotid seljast ja hetsin pikali tipisse. Esimest korda elus. P2ris tipi. Maalingud. S6nni all sain magada, hommikul p2ikesesse 2rgata.
Uneilm. Imeilm. Sees ja v2ljas.
Mehhiko n2itab uusi kylgi enesest. Need inimesed on vanasid traditsioone elus hoidvad, loodusega elavad, maailmaga elavad. Nad laulavad laule, selliseid nagu kuulsin indiaani unelaulude plaadilt enne kui eestist lahkusin. Ait2h Reet, see oli nagu sissejuhatus. Nyyd tean m6nda isegi laulda.
Tseremoonia ja higitelk, hispaania keel, aga tunne saab aru. Tipis inimesed k6ik koos, altar, l6ke. Laulud. Peyote, nende meditsiin.
Seda on v2ga huvitav kogeda. Ja inimesed on kuidagi tuttavad. N2gin oma m6lemaid vanaisasid ja Timmi ja Sandri s6pra Kalvit - nad on teiste inimeste sees. Ja siis on tunne, nagu juba teaks sedagi inimest. EI tea, kyll mis see on, aga ilus on.
M2gede vahel oleme, roheline loodus ymber. P2ris.

6nn on elada ja 6nn on jagada,
kallistus,
r2ndajatele elude sees.
Oleme k6ik yhenduses.


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Ma olen / I am

Ma olen paljajalu ja püksid lohisevad maas. Ma ei vaata üles. Astun vagunisse. Mu juuksed on korralikult kammitud, niiet nad ikka hoiavad kammijälgi endas.

Tahan neile anda kollaseid pabereid, millel on mustad tähed. Nad kardavad. Nad raputavad päid. Nad ei vaata mu poole. Nad ei võta mu andi, arvates, et ma tahan neilt saada midagi. Ja keegi ei taha midagi anda.

Lähen edasi, pole kaotust, pole võitu, on järgmine vagun.

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Mul on palju komme. Ma müün neid. Nad on kitsepiimast tehtud ja neil on pulgad ka, et lihtsam hoida oleks. Igaüks on eraldi pakitud, aga viis tükki on omakorda veel kokku köidetud. Viis peesot.

Ruudulise kleidiga mamma tahab mu komme oma lapselapsele.

Kõik. Uus peatus.

*

Diez pesos. Salsa. Mu õlal ripub kott, mille sees on kõlar ja terve vagun saab muusikat täis, kui ma sinna astun.

Oo, üks käsi tõusis, astusin sammu tagasi ta poole. Tal on vaja mu plaati. Mustvalgete kirjadega.

Ta naeratab, sest lemmiklaule on seal.

Ma olen juba järgmises vagunis, kui tema plaati kotti paneb. 

Kotis on uus ja kollane pesapallikinnas. Nahasõlmi tuleb natuke pingutada sealsamas. Pall on ka, valge ja punaste õmblustega. Ja ta paneb selle kinda sisse.

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Mul on kitarr, kaelas ripub paaniflööt. Nad kõik ei näe mind inimeste tagant, aga nad kuulevad. Ma laulan. See on natuke kurb ja igatsev ja ilus. Nad ei vaatagi mind, küllap neil on palju teha oma peas. Viie peeso eest saavad nad väikese paaniflöödikese, mis on ka võtmehoidja.

Mu seljas on mu laps, metallraamidega tooli sees.

Üks tüdruk andis mulle viis peesot rohkem kui vaja.

Uksed sulguvad.

Olen teisel pool.

***

I am barefoot and my pants are touching the ground when I am walking. I don't look up. I step into the wagon. You can see comb-patterns in my hair.

I want to give them those yellow papers with black letters. They are afraid. They are shrugging their heads, saying "no". They don't look at me. They are not taking my gift, cause they are thinking that I want to get something from them. And nobody wants to give.

I go on, there is no loosing, there is no winning, there is a next wagon.

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I have lots of candies. I sell them. They are made of goatmilk and they have sticks as well, for you to be able to hold them more comfortable in your hand. Each and one of them are packed into transparent plastic and five of those are attached together as a one package. Five pesos.

Grandma with a chequered dress wants my candies to give them to her grandchild.

That's all. Next stop.

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Diez pesos. Salsa. I have a bag on my shoulder and there is a speaker inside it and the whole wagon will be full of music when I step inside. 

Oh, one hand raised, I step back towards him. He needs my CD with the letters of black and white. He is smiling,  his favourite songs are there...

I am in the next wagon when he puts the CD into his bag.

In this bag there is a new and yellow baseball glove. Some leather-knots needs to be tighten, just right there. A ball is also there, white, red seams. And he puts this into the glove.

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I have a guitar and a panflute is hanging on my neck. All of them don't see me, but they hear me. I am singing. It is a bit sad and longing and beautiful. They even are not looking at me even if I am next to them, I guess they have lots to do in their heads. With five pesos I will give them a small panflute which can be used as a keyholder.

I carry my child in a chair with metal frames on my back.

One girl gave me five pesos more than neccessary.

The doors are closing.

I am on the other side.

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Mexico city.

Metro.