The twentieth
century, brutal, intoxicated with blood, with worldwide furor. Total
revolutions, final confrontations, annihilation the only way out. Only death at
the end.
The bloody Spain of
the 20th century brought several waves of immigrants to Mexico.
The first one closed
the 19th century and with Don Porfirio opened the doors to the merchants,
grocers and bakers who came to Mexico wanting to make America.
The second great
wave was that of the exiles of the Spanish Civil War. Thousands of children who
ended up as orphans, filmmakers, artists, poets left their lives here.
The street of Lopez
in the heart of Mexico City was a small branch of the Calle de la Cava Baja in
Madrid.
At the beginning of
López and Juárez there is a small plate that marks it as the street of exile in
Mexico.
There, hidden in the
memory between both worlds, is lost in time a small economic kitchen,
“Restaurante Mi Fonda” product and fusion of those two immigrations.
Epilogue
And in a second the
world burned in the fire.
And all was ashes in
the flames.
“My
Fonda, World Conflagration.”