Mexico City sits on a valley and depends on another state for its water supply. Hundreds of thousands of its (20 million) inhabitants suffer from the lack of water. A sad irony, for a city originally built literally on water and that continues to flood every single summer. I don't live there anymore. Still, the too-often-ignored anguish of it came to my mind with the the IF word for this week.
And in honor of their well spent lives, here are T's grandparents and mine, in our Dia de los Muertos altar:
The table you see is the new life of the well my parents built in 1990 when we moved from dry Mexico City to crazy-humid Xalapa. (Having to pull the water from a well makes you care about water, maybe that's really where my drawing comes from!)