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My childhood was wonderful
even though my father was
a sick man (he suffered from vertigo
every month and a half). He was the best
example for me of tenderness and
workmanship (also a photographer and painter)
but above all of understanding for
all my problems which since
I was four years old were of
a social nature.
I remember I was 4
when the tragic ten occurred.
I saw with my own eyes
the clash between Zapata's
peasants and the forces of Carran-
za. My position was
very clear. My mother opened
the balconies
on Allende Street getting the wounded
and hungry and to allow the
Zapatistas
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