Big G’, or Giorgio was a monster of a man. A native Uruguayan, an émigré, who like me had also come in search of hope.
Ciudad de México has always been an ‘arrival city’. A destination for migrants seeking fortune, Big G’ and I were no different back then. We, like the long line of those before us, had arrived in advance of our respective peers and families. To establish the most fragile of footholds of a life in the new world.
Survive we did, but that was back then. Another time. The question is what does this arrival city hold in store as I scramble to find routine in my return to big city.