It was six o’ clock in the morning and Nelly called me .
Look at the mountains ! Andre had just left the apartment to take the flight back to Toronto , and we were alone and together in the dining room .
The sun was just timidly rising behind the mountains and the Ixtlacihuatl and the Popocatepec were slowly illuminated .
The whole chain of hills and mountains was now appearing as a huge, hundreds of miles wide, painting .
” How can I ever leave Mexico , and how can I leave this apartment which is a balcony on a fabulous , extravagant , impossible show .”
” There is crime , pollution , dirt everywhere , and it all disappears behind this stupendous sight ”
We went back to bed thinking , thinking , thinking .