Act 1, Scene 3

MELI

I studied Visual Arts at the Universidad Autónoma de Nuevo León cause it was the place to be for new movements; be them artistic, academic or political. 

Among those in the Scene (which were mainly men) Graphic Art was rising in popularity. To this day I am still partial to it. Therefore, you could see me hopping ink-stained from print shop to print shop until in one of these I met Federico, who was working there.

I wanted to make copies of a design I made inspired in abstract soviet art (or what I understood that to be). He asked me from where I knew the style.

We chatted for a bit about art as propaganda, the political climate in the North of Mexico, and other topics I pretended to be an expert in.

“Are you a Marxist?”, I asked. 

He answered stone faced admitting that his parents were Chilean communists in exile who saw in him a secret weapon for upturning capitalism from the inside.

To which I thought, “This guy is quite funny, I think the Corpses will like him”. That’s what my friend group called ourselves: the Corpses. The student house where we hung out was close to the El Carmen cemetery, and we left our meetings so late and so hungover that we looked like zombies; that’s it.

A few more printing jobs and chats later, I invited him to meet my friends.

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