Mexico City looked like a giant octopus, with its tentacles as long as avenues running for miles and miles. Tentacles that make you lose your orientation, until you are completely lost in the maze of them. The air above the whole city was so humid, taking your breath away. Like every afternoon during the rainy season, it rained. It was falling a quick, heavy rain, which would have flooded all roads but not discouraged the Mexico City taxi drivers. They could raise cascades of water on cars and pedestrians, anytime they would drive through a puddle at full speed.
Francesca and Amerigo had no appetite, and tacos were getting cold in their plates. The waitress of Taqueria Los Chilancos checked on them, from time to time to see if she could take away their plates, but then became frustrated because they were leaving their food untouched.
“Rigo, now our plan seems to me an impossible task … I am scared, fucking scared!”
“Stop it, please! Do not start with the complaints, ok? It was you who decided we had to do it.”
“I know, I know … I’m sorry. But now that we are a step away from doing it… Now that it seems so real, and that we cannot go back anymore… I must admit, I’m afraid. I am dying because of fear. I’m not feeling ready … ”
Amerigo stood up as a statue, looking straight into Francesca’s eyes.
“You know Francesca what I’m risking? You know I’m risking everything, much more than you!”
Francesca looked down at her tacos, then with a feeble voice says:
“Both of us are risking a lot…”
“Bullshit, you can always go back to your beautiful country, to your Mom and Dad… If the Migra takes me, I’m fucked, babe!” He breathed deeply and then sat, moving the plate with the cold tacos away and crossing his arms.
“Rigo … what do you mean?”
After a moment of silence, Amerigo responded. This time, he wasn’t looking at her but was keeping his head down. “I won’t see my family in NY anymore but spend my best time in some dirty Mexican jails.”
“Why should they take us? Many people make it. ”
The waitress was facing them and made a sign to ask whether she could grab their e plates. Neither of them responded, so she walked a few step towards them, and they both stared at her. “Can I clean your table? We are about to close. ” Francesca nodded, while Amerigo with a nervous movement, grabbed a taco from his plate and took a bite, after another. “Thanks” in an irritated tone. The waitress took their plates with quick movements and disappeared into the kitchen restaurant.
“Many people do make it, Francesca. But think also of all who didn’t. Because, you know, after so much walking people get sick, and may be left behind, or a rattlesnake bite them. The worst cases are when they are taken by La Migra, the immigration police. It’s not anymore like before when you could cross the border just like that”.