seemed that the time is not passed, the wind freshened an afternoon that had been warm and in a torrential downpour as a brief, raised fears of a possible delay or the worst suspension function outdoors. From downtown Zocalo d seemed no
many people, disrupted around the boxes, or sitting on a bench or in the yard, residents and visitors seemed following a routine learned: around the square. Around the popcorn con chile and cream, fried flour chips with salsa, soda, arrillo a cig, the famous tepoznieves with extravagant tastes like tequila co n José sipped coffee while his girlfriend, making a fuss he had, apparently, a thick row with Juliana. The routine of Sunday afternoon was cut by that look askance that they passed away leaving the team to mount the show, looking worried, sweating despite the cool, tie here , make a rivet there to lay the screen, stood up and rebuked: úchale, and the lights went . The wind never stopped and time was already over, this wind and not removed said a lady who was accompanied by her friends and a gardener looked at the haste of the technicians.
Change the place was the order, and changed it, they raised the screen and do that n gala learned knots. And people came, some with chair in hand, others with a drawer, others with a block, a child only with a blanket to avoid staining the beige trousers, groups of three, four, all the order of the white rectangle built to look, some piled on the floor, lying not to cover the back, children and ntendían what was happening and kept running, passing between people, playing not to run. The looks expectantly gathered, a white rectangle called them and I said, suddenly everyone clapping in unison when the wind suddenly stopped and the film started rolling. It seems that one thing was subject to another. All the magic of the spectators, performers and organizers led the synchrony between nature and technology in order to witness jeans, Tepoztlan, monsters and slippers in Technicolor. 
Esteban walked slowly placid palace, the promise was high: see The Hollow Mountain Monster, this film in 1954 film it entirely ara in Tepoztlan, and in those years he witnessed in his is Acela train at the cinema at the corner of Zaragoza and May 5. Just remember your emotions at the time, I knew I had a lot to discover himself, like the passage of time, as that hollow mountain was nothing but the Tepozteco and who knows, maybe look at some extra for a friend, a family member .
Ms. Medina said that his two aunts that film appear, there were only to pay attention, surely recognize them, some movement, a gesture, a wink that only she was not escaping, eager to share, bring it to everyone to do it all. And as she m ost other recreated his family history, the memories of their parents, grandparents, uncles.
Preparing fries in a corner of the square Dolores said that Tepoztlan those years was something else: was more beautiful, even the people were not as bold as now - said. Hey, you can not translate to us? We do not know what we are saying. However, although the film was in English, looks more than 160 spectators did not fail to see the sights of Tepoztlan today transformed by new buildings and streets, hands signal abandoned corners and avenues recognized in the projection. Bulls are just pure laps was heard to say to a lady who looked attentive as others, along with a slight smile surprise hidden in her eyes what they found in each court in each memory removed.
Lying on the grass, smoking a cigarette, just laugh, the pronunciation of Panchito out loud. A child whispers Dad, the horses then beware because there are snakes, while again acknowledging his people, Look! Is the hill near the house, said other with eyes wide open ready to detail.
The look 
s still gathered all the white box where now the color images showed that imposing hill known that landscape. All catering to these images as if it was ra a family film such that one does when celebrating something, and later, when reviewing it, nothing really matters more than the memory enriched by reconstruction of the past were always, the past was better.
The looming shadow lurked the old fat mustache, old, when he saw such a monster shot without hitting the monster, as expected, was devoured instantly killing all insolence, some giggling, no shock . The monster can be seen, first and weight their claws evident in the traces of mud, we see it in all its dimensions and then comes the laughter. The monsters are not now before the resources of persecution and vertigo, either, people know, people laugh, put it, the cheers. The m 
constructing, oblivious to the derision which is subject is chasing cows, satisfied their hunger by eating some triumphs in 1956.
Then came the best, the woman locked, with the child does not attend indications and gets into trouble, the monster above them, devours spears, had hoped to eat because of hunger and because they are the protagonists. Then the hero confronts him and ends to applause from the audience, who may not understand because he does not speak that language but the language of images is powerful and patent the satisfaction of the attendees, with smile on face and leave kind farewells the socket because you have to go home. Tomorrow is Monday and the routine begins again.
* The monster of the hollow mountain (1954), The Beast of Hollow Mountain, is a real fiction documentary made for the memory rescued people by Maria Berenice tepozteco Fregoso Valdez, who is investigating the production films made in the State of Morelos.
Editor:
José Luis Valdez / Jessica Rivera
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Jessica Rivera / Jose Luis Valdez, Salvador Guzmán
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