Some days ago my house in Puebla flooded again. My sister shared some pictures. They made me exceendingly sad, to see the house in its worst state in years. Since now I have the fortune of being able to quickly upload and comment photos, I will do just that:

This is usual entrance to the house, a horrible sliding door that I’ll be happy to replace. will most likely become a window. It should be high. The mud marks the height of the river, it was a quick flash flood.

The usual entrance goes into a fomer service bedroom with its own bathroom. Throughout these photos you will observe immense ugliness. There’s an element of disgust I cannot deny. It made me sad.

Chaos and shit

Almost artistically ugly.

But even then, how much belongs to the flood, and how much to our own habits? I don’t understand why we lived like gypsies, this is “normal” for me.

Ugh the river is polluted and I’d be willing to bet that mud has more than its share of fecal content. Deflation.

Then I start gaining hope: shit is infected with shit and thus they cancel out: junk has to be thrown away because it’s been tainted with the river, an opportunity at renewal.

Water deposit will need to be carefully cleaned.

The dining room I designed still holds up,

The sofas wereren’t so lucky, they were uncomfortable anyways.

My sister went some days later to take pictures to budget for some sort of barrier. Her intention was to inspect what was needed to build a barrier around the house, but accidentally captured much beauty. These I will offer without comment: