Maybe I should explain the photos I’ve been posting since none of them go with the things I write about. My friend Ian, a young aspiring filmmaker, had to do a video project for his Spanish class. He came down to Tijuana and we hung out in Chilpancingo, an informal squatter community at the foot of Otay Mesa. Chilpancingo is an amazing place. People have constructed homes, some two or three stories high, out of recycled materials: wood pallets, old garage doors from the US, tires, mattress springs and pretty much anything you can think of.
Some of the homes are beautiful. The people here have also set up their own sewage systems and they’ve hooked wires up to a nearby electric pole. They steal electricity for themselves because the municipality won’t recognize them as a “real” community. There are bridges, churches and stores throughout Chilpancingo. It really is amazing to see the need to live overpowering society’s need of organization and control. The place is chaotic and dirty, but it works.
Anyway, all of the photos, aside from the Mariachi shot, are from Chilpancingo.