by Danielle Mc Mahon
I must admit, before moving to Mexico I was not terribly politically aware. I paid attention when I had to vote and weighed up all the options. I had a general idea of the world politics but I was not an avid follower or somebody who really engaged in detailed political debates. It was not until I moved to Mexico and I saw the amount of corruption happening at the time of the 2012 presidential elections that I started to pay more attention to politics, more than slightly appalled by the way some countries in the world manipulated their people with regards to politics.
Since the death of Hugo Chavez last March, Venezuela has gone into decline, culminating in the riots which took place on the streets of the major Venezuelan cities this month. Before his death in March, Chavez had named Nicolás Maduro as his desired successor. Maduro was elected as president and Venezuelans have been suffering ever since. Maduro is said to lack the charisma of his predecessor as well as lacking the skills which constitute an impressive orator.
Venezuela is a country which has, what can only be described as a turbulent history. One of economic peaks and depressions, political coups, riots on the streets and since 1998 a socialist regime in operation.
This turbulence began in 1974 when a peak in the economy began to decline because of oil prices. Two consecutive presidents were jailed for corruption and embezzlement as Chavez staged a failed coup and was sentences to to years in jail.
In 1998 Hugo Chavez came to power with a socialist ideology promising to reduce poverty and corruption. Chavez' decision to appoint a new board of directors to Petroleos de Venezuela in 2002 saw people take to the streets in protest, his land reform in 2005 was implemented to eliminate large estates in Venezuela with the aim of distributing this land among the Venezuelan population. In 2006 he was elected as president for a third term followed in 2007 by the nationalisation of key companies in Venezuela. His referendum for a socialist revolution was defeated that same year.
On the 5th of March 2013 Chavez passed away following a battle with cancer. The country of Venezuela went into a period of National mourning as Maduro stepped up to take the place of Chavez.
In October 2013 is became apparent that people were not particularly pleased with Maduro as president. People were suffering from shortages of basic goods such as milk, flour and other basics needed for cooking. Around this time Maduro begins to hit out at America as he claims that officials are trying to sabotage him. As you can imagine this has led to there being a rather tense atmosphere in Venezuela as the people become restless and are clearly unhappy.
The 12th of February 2014 marked National Youth Day in Venezuela. And so the trouble begins.
As students took to the streets in peaceful process, the media, which is heavily censored and controlled by the government, showed an image of obedient youths celebrating as their president made a speech about their strength and obedience as they follow his socialist movement. Later that day riots broke out, rumoured to have been started by opposition leader Leoplodo Lopez. Three youths were killed and the media in Venezuela did not broadcast this.
Young people took to the social networks which were quickly censored also as images were banned from the likes of twitter effectively blocking the outside word out.
Opposition leader Lopez was arrested last night as unrest continues on the streets of the major cities and thousands of citizens, fighting for the right to freedom of speech, an end corruption and to violence on Venezuelan streets, are being injured by police as they through tears gas and hit back at the protesters.
As I said before I am not a huge fan of politics and I am not entirely sure about how well socialism works in some countries. I do agree with some of the basic principals of socialism and I do believe that it really does depend on the person who is running the show.
I also believe that sometimes socialism can be too much like striving to creative a Utopian society, of sorts. With regards to this I must say that this leads to a number of negative things; hunger for power, greed and discontent among the people.
Venezuelans are suffering this month at the hands of their ruler as he calls protesters fascists and expels US officials from the country I think it is quite clear that something is not right, that perhaps Mr Maduro has become a little power hunger and by the sounds of it slightly paranoid.
I feel for the Venezuelan people who are fighting for what they believe in and who are being beaten down because of it. There were an estimated 25,000 homicides in Venezuela last year, people are living with milk, flour, toilet paper. Obviously something has to be done but when the government is controlling all media which comes in and goes out of the country what can be done.
I am writing this blog to support those who are fighting for what the believe in, for those who seek the freedom of speech, freedom to walk through the streets without fearing violence, for those who wish to live in country where corruption no longer exists. Some of these requests may seem unrealistic for some but I believe in the power of hope and strength, so this is for Venezuelans young and old who are fighting for the basic human rights and happiness.
Link to a video created by a young Venezuelan living in America, interesting watch:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=EFS6cP9auDc
Wednesday, 19 February 2014
Tuesday, 18 February 2014
The Tale of Two Ellens
by Danielle Mc Mahon
This weekend the media went into frenzy mode as Ellen Page spoke at a human rights conference for LGBT teens in Las Vegas. The petite Canadian actress is best known for her Oscar-nominated role in the alternative movie 'Juno', which tells the tale of teenage pregnancy and slightly odd love.
Those of you who have gaydar (an ability to tell who its gay or not, yes it really does exist) will not have been surprised by her speech at the weekend.
She spoke for around eight minutes about how difficult it is to be who you really are in today's society, not only if you are gay but if you do not fit the stereotypes which have been set by the media.
It is easy to see how we all try to be more like the media-prescribed norm, women must be feminine, men must be masculine and if you do not fit into these categories you are branded weird! Page spoke of how she had been criticised by the press for her choice of gym clothing, she said she wore the clothes she liked to be comfortable not to keep the media happy.
Around five minutes into her speech Page started her revelation by saying:
' I am here because I am gay. And because...Maybe I can make a difference.'
Her announcement was met with cheers of support as the crowd showed their gratitude, another celebrity standing up and saying that not fitting into the media mould of normal is okay.
She was rather emotional during the last part of her speech, I imagine because it was a huge relief for her to finally tell the world what she had known for years, what she had been trying to keep a secret, by what she described as omission.
If you search for Ellen Page on the internet today the headlines, news and pictures are all about her coming out. I find this quite sad. She stood in front of world, effectively, and shared a very important part of herself. She is hoping to help make a difference, but at what cost? Like so many other gay celebrities, every piece that is written about her from now on will categorise her as being gay or will make some reference to her coming out speech. Is this what making a difference looks like now? I feel sometimes that this 'gay reference' in the media carries with it a bad vibe. They do not write about straight celebrities and categorise them according to their sexual orientation. So why should celebrities who are gay be any different?
I am a huge fan of another Ellen who also came out very publicly in a different era, the Nineties.
Ellen DeGeneres has perhaps become the most famous gay figures of our time. She came out in the late Nineties and her coming out was not received very well. Her shows ratings at that time plummeted and she disappeared from the public eye for quite some time. The newspapers and magazines where full of awful headlines and articles about her lifestyle and she felt the need to step back from her career for a period of time.
She is now hosting one of the most successful talk shows on American TV, she is a Covergirl and she is flying the flag for marriage equality having married her wife, Portia de Rossi, in 2008.
These women, like so many other celebrities are flying the flag for the gay community across the globe, but will the media ever let them make the difference they are seeking to make?
A difference our society needs.
When will the world wake up to the fact that supporting gay rights will not make the world gay.
When will we be able to break the mould and stand together as one, as equals in society.
Ellen Page speaking at LGBT conference:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWIaYZEHOIg
This weekend the media went into frenzy mode as Ellen Page spoke at a human rights conference for LGBT teens in Las Vegas. The petite Canadian actress is best known for her Oscar-nominated role in the alternative movie 'Juno', which tells the tale of teenage pregnancy and slightly odd love.
Those of you who have gaydar (an ability to tell who its gay or not, yes it really does exist) will not have been surprised by her speech at the weekend.
She spoke for around eight minutes about how difficult it is to be who you really are in today's society, not only if you are gay but if you do not fit the stereotypes which have been set by the media.
It is easy to see how we all try to be more like the media-prescribed norm, women must be feminine, men must be masculine and if you do not fit into these categories you are branded weird! Page spoke of how she had been criticised by the press for her choice of gym clothing, she said she wore the clothes she liked to be comfortable not to keep the media happy.
Around five minutes into her speech Page started her revelation by saying:
' I am here because I am gay. And because...Maybe I can make a difference.'
Her announcement was met with cheers of support as the crowd showed their gratitude, another celebrity standing up and saying that not fitting into the media mould of normal is okay.
She was rather emotional during the last part of her speech, I imagine because it was a huge relief for her to finally tell the world what she had known for years, what she had been trying to keep a secret, by what she described as omission.
If you search for Ellen Page on the internet today the headlines, news and pictures are all about her coming out. I find this quite sad. She stood in front of world, effectively, and shared a very important part of herself. She is hoping to help make a difference, but at what cost? Like so many other gay celebrities, every piece that is written about her from now on will categorise her as being gay or will make some reference to her coming out speech. Is this what making a difference looks like now? I feel sometimes that this 'gay reference' in the media carries with it a bad vibe. They do not write about straight celebrities and categorise them according to their sexual orientation. So why should celebrities who are gay be any different?
I am a huge fan of another Ellen who also came out very publicly in a different era, the Nineties.
Ellen DeGeneres has perhaps become the most famous gay figures of our time. She came out in the late Nineties and her coming out was not received very well. Her shows ratings at that time plummeted and she disappeared from the public eye for quite some time. The newspapers and magazines where full of awful headlines and articles about her lifestyle and she felt the need to step back from her career for a period of time.
She is now hosting one of the most successful talk shows on American TV, she is a Covergirl and she is flying the flag for marriage equality having married her wife, Portia de Rossi, in 2008.
These women, like so many other celebrities are flying the flag for the gay community across the globe, but will the media ever let them make the difference they are seeking to make?
A difference our society needs.
When will the world wake up to the fact that supporting gay rights will not make the world gay.
When will we be able to break the mould and stand together as one, as equals in society.
Ellen Page speaking at LGBT conference:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWIaYZEHOIg
Saturday, 15 February 2014
Bad Article? Bad Attitude, Mary Carr!
By Danielle Mc Mahon
As I had my coffee and my breakfast this morning I decided to have a look through Thursday's paper. There are certain sections of the paper which I skim over, having no interest in their content whatsoever. There is one columnist who I flick past every time I read the paper, the picture above the headline puts me off every time, not to mention the fact that the page is full of uptight politics punctuated with ads and other insignificant articles. I know one should never judge a book by its cover but sometimes you just can't help it. I read the headline which took up most of the page and was so taken aback by the contradiction that I felt compelled to read the entire article. 'Just look in the office fridge and you'll see how the new poor are forced to scrimp on the bread line'
Having read three sentences I knew I was right to skip past this particular column each day. This article was about the recession and how it had hit people hard, they were now bringing their lunch to work with them as they could no longer afford to slip out to Marks and Spencer and buy their luxury sandwich, they have been reduced to actually having to make their own lunch and bring it with them, imagine, the absolute horror. I read on, slightly amused and also slightly bothered by the fact that this lady was actually writing about how her middle class friend was struggling so badly, she was finding it difficult to pay her health insurance payment each month and , wait for it, had to cancel her home insurance policy.
Having lived in a third world country I felt bothered by this woman, she came across as obnoxious, elitist and just unbearable. I read on as she started to complain about taxes and all the while telling of her friends agony that her upper middle class life had been demoted and she was now merely middle class, like the majority of people in this country.
Speaking from the point of view of somebody who has seen extreme poverty up close I was enraged. As you drive into Mexico City the mountainside has been swallowed by makeshift houses, shacks and millions of people literally living on top of each other. These people live on ten pesos a day (55 cent of a euro) feeding a family of four. These people may not have electricity, running water or be receiving an education. This is poverty, seeing these people as they come down from the mountains to wash car windscreens in the city to earn enough money to provide what they can for their families, that is having 'to scrimp on the bread line'
There has been so much talk of recession in this country in the past years, people have no idea what it truly is to live on the edge, to suffer at the hands of poverty. Yet here we are, reading articles just like this one feeling sorry for a middle class woman who cannot pay her health insurance each month. Darling, I hate to break it to you but poor people cannot afford health insurance and looking in the office fridge is not an option as often they do not have a job.
As I had my coffee and my breakfast this morning I decided to have a look through Thursday's paper. There are certain sections of the paper which I skim over, having no interest in their content whatsoever. There is one columnist who I flick past every time I read the paper, the picture above the headline puts me off every time, not to mention the fact that the page is full of uptight politics punctuated with ads and other insignificant articles. I know one should never judge a book by its cover but sometimes you just can't help it. I read the headline which took up most of the page and was so taken aback by the contradiction that I felt compelled to read the entire article. 'Just look in the office fridge and you'll see how the new poor are forced to scrimp on the bread line'
Having read three sentences I knew I was right to skip past this particular column each day. This article was about the recession and how it had hit people hard, they were now bringing their lunch to work with them as they could no longer afford to slip out to Marks and Spencer and buy their luxury sandwich, they have been reduced to actually having to make their own lunch and bring it with them, imagine, the absolute horror. I read on, slightly amused and also slightly bothered by the fact that this lady was actually writing about how her middle class friend was struggling so badly, she was finding it difficult to pay her health insurance payment each month and , wait for it, had to cancel her home insurance policy.
Having lived in a third world country I felt bothered by this woman, she came across as obnoxious, elitist and just unbearable. I read on as she started to complain about taxes and all the while telling of her friends agony that her upper middle class life had been demoted and she was now merely middle class, like the majority of people in this country.
Speaking from the point of view of somebody who has seen extreme poverty up close I was enraged. As you drive into Mexico City the mountainside has been swallowed by makeshift houses, shacks and millions of people literally living on top of each other. These people live on ten pesos a day (55 cent of a euro) feeding a family of four. These people may not have electricity, running water or be receiving an education. This is poverty, seeing these people as they come down from the mountains to wash car windscreens in the city to earn enough money to provide what they can for their families, that is having 'to scrimp on the bread line'
There has been so much talk of recession in this country in the past years, people have no idea what it truly is to live on the edge, to suffer at the hands of poverty. Yet here we are, reading articles just like this one feeling sorry for a middle class woman who cannot pay her health insurance each month. Darling, I hate to break it to you but poor people cannot afford health insurance and looking in the office fridge is not an option as often they do not have a job.
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Friday, 7 February 2014
'Cos we are living in a homophobic world and I am a homosexual!
As a lesbian in today's world, I am obviously up to date with everything that is happening with regard to gay rights and equality across the globe.
I have watched over the past few years as this theme became the centre of a social and political storm. I have read the articles, the studies, seen the pictures, watched the videos. Most of this observation was done with tears in my eyes or a lump in my throat. I am not a member of the gay community who goes to parades or fights for rights, the reason I avoid these things is because they make me nervous.
It is shocking that in this day and age people are being tortured, discriminated against and even beaten to within an inch of their lives because of their sexuality. How is that in an age where we have come so far in terms of technology, science, medicine and even education that we are so socially and morally corrupt. I do realise that there are so many open minded and accepting people but for one of these people there is another who is abusive, homophobic and dangerous.
Today we have made the world a rather microscopic place, travel is so common, people move from place to place and there are many different types of people. Religions, ethnicities and cultures have been mixed to create so many unique and beautiful new experiences which are shared so easily throughout the world.
Yet, homophobia is alive and well and homosexuals have become the prey.
I was delighted to see so many countries shed their conservative overcoats and free themselves of the laws which were holding their societies back, however with this joy came sadness as I watched and saw so many protest against growth and equality.
The world watched as America passed the law allowing same-sex marriage and so many rejoiced thinking that this would help the world, that the rest might follow suit. Months later we are watching as young gay teens in Russia fear for their lives and are living in hell just because they love somebody of the same sex. It feels so ridiculous to see those words typed as I cannot comprehend how they can make sense in the twenty-first century.
My wife and I got married last year in Mexico City. It was the most beautiful day of my life and one that I will cherish with all my heart for as long as I live. I felt proud to be standing in front of a judge as she spoke of the commitment we were making and how lucky we were to have found each other. The love in the room as we said 'I do' was overwhelming. Being surrounded by people who shared our happiness and supported our love was a powerful experience. I have read about many gay people, both celebrity and not, who have made the choice not to get married until it is legal for same sex couples across the globe to do so. I was not of this mid set, not because I am a selfish person but simply because if every same sex couple held off on their right we would be keeping the naysayers happy.
Since coming back to this tiny island I have felt rather differently about being a lesbian in today's society.
Mexico is a third world country, the majority of the people are severely impoverished, inadequately educated and also they are good and holy Catholics. You now have an image of the Mexican people as being perhaps a little closed mined, correct? This is absolutely not the case! Same sex marriage has been legal in Mexico City since 2009. The gay community is alive and well in Pink Zone and it is not uncommon to see same sex couples walking down the street, holding hands, kissing, going about their lives unscathed!
Now picture this, my home land, a first world country, people live middle class lives, the majority are generally well educated and the number of good and holy Catholics is starting to dwindle. You are picturing people who are a little more open minded, correct? Once again this is not the case. Two weeks ago as I stepped off the Luas holding the hand of my beautiful wife I was horrified and really very upset to hear an a voice behind us shout out 'What's this, two fucking lesbians!!' I didn't turn around, neither did she, instead we picked up the pace and walked silently, no longer holding hands, all the way to our destination. I cannot lie, I had to fight back the tears, not solely because I was saddened, although I was, but because I was scared. For the first time in my life I felt scared and intimidated because of my sexuality. The reason neither of us turned around was because we were not sure what was going to come at us. I am not attacking Ireand, definitely not, there is a large gay community here too but I feel that homosexuality is something which is not completely accepted here yet.
I am not afraid to be who I know I am, I am not afraid to show my love for my wife but some people, and indeed institutions, are absolutely terrified by the entire of concept of homosexuality. As a result these people and institutions are making life a living hell for homosexuals in some parts of the world. When did this become okay?
Did we learn nothing from people like Nelson Mandela in his fight for equality? Have we begun to suffer from a sudden bout of amnesia and forgotten about World War Two and the horrific consequences suffered at the hands of inequality?
Each time that we, as a human race have struggled with the idea of equality and human rights the person, or people, who start the revolution are those who are not afraid to face their fears to overcome their oppressor.
Consider this post my way of standing up for myself, for my wife and for the rest of the homosexual community. It is at times like these that society has to stand tall, shoulder to shoulder, heart to heart and simply fight for the cause.
D.M
By Danielle Mc Mahon
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Saturday, 2 November 2013
A Bright Light in the Big City
I have totally abandoned all things technological and literary in the past few days as I have been struggling with the idea of being home and unemployed. I know this is the story of many people of my age as my generation are struggling with the reality of graduating from University and really being qualified to do nothing. Having being employed for the past two years or so I think this transition from useful to useless has been particularly difficult.
Yesterday after a quiet Halloween night in gossiping and baking, I had a rather frank conversation with one of my best friends in Mexico, a straight talking, sensible yet adventurous girl who has an excellent head on her shoulders and tells you what you need to hear, not what you need to hear. This conversation lifted my spirits and made me realise what I have been afraid to admit, perhaps I am home but feel as though home is no longer just that, home. I had created my own home just J and I and suddenly I am under my mother's roof living in a world which I had left behind.
After this conversation as I walked past a beautiful Cathedral in the middle of the city I decided to enter. Anybody who knows me will realise that the thought of me setting foot inside a church is enough to make the heavens scream, as I am a total non-believer. However, having said that, I have always found churches to be beautiful and serene places, a safe haven in a crazy world, it is almost as if it offers you shelter from everything which is happening around you as the silence embraces you.
I entered the cathedral and looked around at the devoted few who were praying rosaries or just praying out of their necessity to feel close to something. Seeing all these people and feeling the atmosphere of the church around me with the added element of the absolute silence, I suddenly began to feel emotional and I really cannot explain why.
I walked slowly and silently to the candles, candles which had been ignited by the hopes of different people. These candles are so weighed down with symbolism that their light seems to penetrate all of your feelings and have a mesmerising effect on you. I suddenly found myself reaching for one of those little white candles and lighting it with tears in my eyes. I stood for a couple of minutes and watched as the flame of the candle gathered momentum and was eventually lighting, fuelled by my hopes and my needs. I began to think about so many things as a traffic jam formed in my mind. The thoughts whirled, firstly memories of lighting candles for special causes with my Gran, secondly going to church with my Grandfather (RIP) and then a whole slew of feelings and thoughts relating to myself, to J, and to our situation and how much I am longing for it to get better. I found myself drawn into the flame as it hypnotised me.
I finally managed to break the spell and wander back out into the city, onto the streets so full of noise, of people and so many other things.
I felt relieved leaving the Church as I felt that I had now exhausted all possibilities, I had entered a place of worship to seek help from a Church which openly condemns my lifestyle, but never the less those few minuets of clarity were so comforting and in that moment all I had were my hopes and expectations and I was me, by myself with my flickering light. For those couple of minutes I was not being judged or watched or talked about or observed. I was just me with a handful of hopes in my pockets and a bright hopeful light in the middle of a big city.
DM
Yesterday after a quiet Halloween night in gossiping and baking, I had a rather frank conversation with one of my best friends in Mexico, a straight talking, sensible yet adventurous girl who has an excellent head on her shoulders and tells you what you need to hear, not what you need to hear. This conversation lifted my spirits and made me realise what I have been afraid to admit, perhaps I am home but feel as though home is no longer just that, home. I had created my own home just J and I and suddenly I am under my mother's roof living in a world which I had left behind.
After this conversation as I walked past a beautiful Cathedral in the middle of the city I decided to enter. Anybody who knows me will realise that the thought of me setting foot inside a church is enough to make the heavens scream, as I am a total non-believer. However, having said that, I have always found churches to be beautiful and serene places, a safe haven in a crazy world, it is almost as if it offers you shelter from everything which is happening around you as the silence embraces you.
I entered the cathedral and looked around at the devoted few who were praying rosaries or just praying out of their necessity to feel close to something. Seeing all these people and feeling the atmosphere of the church around me with the added element of the absolute silence, I suddenly began to feel emotional and I really cannot explain why.
I walked slowly and silently to the candles, candles which had been ignited by the hopes of different people. These candles are so weighed down with symbolism that their light seems to penetrate all of your feelings and have a mesmerising effect on you. I suddenly found myself reaching for one of those little white candles and lighting it with tears in my eyes. I stood for a couple of minutes and watched as the flame of the candle gathered momentum and was eventually lighting, fuelled by my hopes and my needs. I began to think about so many things as a traffic jam formed in my mind. The thoughts whirled, firstly memories of lighting candles for special causes with my Gran, secondly going to church with my Grandfather (RIP) and then a whole slew of feelings and thoughts relating to myself, to J, and to our situation and how much I am longing for it to get better. I found myself drawn into the flame as it hypnotised me.
I finally managed to break the spell and wander back out into the city, onto the streets so full of noise, of people and so many other things.
I felt relieved leaving the Church as I felt that I had now exhausted all possibilities, I had entered a place of worship to seek help from a Church which openly condemns my lifestyle, but never the less those few minuets of clarity were so comforting and in that moment all I had were my hopes and expectations and I was me, by myself with my flickering light. For those couple of minutes I was not being judged or watched or talked about or observed. I was just me with a handful of hopes in my pockets and a bright hopeful light in the middle of a big city.
DM
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
The Winds of Change
My, my, my, what a weekend it has been, emotional roller coasters, great news, big decisions.
I will start with the world news first admitting that I was actually quite excited to hear about the birth of the Royal Child, a bouncing baby boy 8lbs 6oz, according to an announcement placed outside Buckingham Palace both mother and baby are doing well. I suppose the next thing to obsess over with be the baby's name and of course the first pictures. I actual found myself wondering, whilst I was reading about the crowds of people camped outside the Maternity hospital, what kind of life this little person if going to have. I know there have been royal children born before and tehy all survived but I feel that maybe with social media and the fact that the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge have become an iconic couple, this child will be more in the spotlight than any royal child before him. Nevertheless and wish the new parents and their baby boy all the best in life and I hope that our gossip hungry society does not make it too difficult for them.
This weekend was quite an emotional one as the prospect of once again living in a long distance relationship became quite likely. Needless to say the emotions which were flying about were ones of despair, sadness and anxiety but they have now all be swept away due t the arrival of the happy news that 'amor a distancia' was not going to be an option! Extremely excited now for our return to my island to experience life together from a different perspective and with different surroundings.
This are really wrapping up now, classes have finished, final exams have been done, final presentations presented and flights are in the process of being booked, the biggest and most exciting thing left to do is walking down the isle and signing that precious piece of paper that will join us together forever.
This experience of living and working abroad has been one I will never forget and always cherish, I feel it changed me so much and although there were some difficult times I benefited me so much. I met some many amazing people and experienced so many of the amazing things that this country has to offer and now it is time to hop on a plane and return to my home land and experience all that it has to offer.
D.Mount
Monday, 3 June 2013
The City of Freedom
The majestic feeling as you wander throughout the streets, one more face to add to the millions. Nobody notices your differences, your similarities, no body cares who you are, who you are with, who you love. A city where a billion names are spoken each day and yours could be ignored, a city where freedom of expression and of speech are things which are taken seriously, and given to its inhabitants willingly. You do not have to fight to be heard here, when people want to listen they will, you do not have to hide who you are either people appreciated your choice to be free.
The clouds in the sky offer a soft and welcome release from the hot sunshine we live beneath here. The showers of rain, which cool the Earth, are drops of divinity rarely found here in the desert. The tall buildings provide you with the shade you need to walk in peace and coolness, enjoying the immense sights of Mexican culture and history as it buzzes all around you.
The heart of the city beats as strongly as ever full of vibrant characters and life, reenactments of traditions long passed come back to revitalise this hub of culture and liveliness. The omen of the gods falls upon the city now as it begins its slow descent into the ground, superstition and belief provide a background for this mythology as the work of the Spanish withers and slips away.
The joy of arriving to such a place if only for a few days, is liberating in ways that you cannot possibly imagine, the freedom to dress how you like and have nobody care, the ability to hold the hand of your same sex partner and be smiled at as opposed to receiving a hurtful glares. It is these simple things that make this ever growing hub of life, the capital of this fair country, and why it creates a love in your heart that you cannot dismiss.
The clouds in the sky offer a soft and welcome release from the hot sunshine we live beneath here. The showers of rain, which cool the Earth, are drops of divinity rarely found here in the desert. The tall buildings provide you with the shade you need to walk in peace and coolness, enjoying the immense sights of Mexican culture and history as it buzzes all around you.
The heart of the city beats as strongly as ever full of vibrant characters and life, reenactments of traditions long passed come back to revitalise this hub of culture and liveliness. The omen of the gods falls upon the city now as it begins its slow descent into the ground, superstition and belief provide a background for this mythology as the work of the Spanish withers and slips away.
The joy of arriving to such a place if only for a few days, is liberating in ways that you cannot possibly imagine, the freedom to dress how you like and have nobody care, the ability to hold the hand of your same sex partner and be smiled at as opposed to receiving a hurtful glares. It is these simple things that make this ever growing hub of life, the capital of this fair country, and why it creates a love in your heart that you cannot dismiss.
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