The municipal services of Progreso. Or something like that. A morning break (while I was sleeping, they had already been working for hours). It reminds me of the time when I used to do similar jobs. Mmm – those were the days.

Just sitting there on the curb, dining "al fresco." I am sure they have their worries, but only about things that actually matter – they don't overanalyze the unimportant stuff like the rest of us. It might sound strange, but in some way, I envy them.

Chicxulub, 2007