Posts Tagged: Francisco Goldman
At the New Yorker, Francisco Goldman tackles the malaise shadowing his favorite city in the world:
Mexico City feels different these days. Its usual vibrancy has been muted, and not only because of the missing students of Ayotzinapa. Paéz tells me that when he walked the city streets on the night of September 16th, which is Mexican Independence Day, he was struck by how quiet things were.