My first city.
And my returns.
It saw me born.
It saw me return.
Mexico City saw me born. It’s the city that knew me as Erik and shaped me. I returned to it in my thirties, with nothing, to start over.
I came back again in my forties, with Hope and Max. I had to get them to safety. Today, from here, I’m building HME84, still writing, and looking for a life I can sustain.
My city. The place from which I keep telling my story.