Strategy, development and knowledge
It is time to establish some etiquette rules for teleconferences, one of the most frustrating forms of interaction, whose use—and the frustration they cause—has expanded in the context of lockdown (I am writing this post amid the great pandemic of 2020).
My name is Günther Schreiber, and I am a coward. One cannot choose where one is born; being born in Berlin in 1942, in the middle of the war, might seem like an announced curse. Anyone would say my fate was sealed…
This has been a turbulent year for Mexico City, a year of governmental transition, of changes—some good, others rather bad—and of growing social discontent expressed in various demonstrations, rallies, street blockades, and marches by different groups.
My name is Sayid al-Latīf al-Bāgdadī. I am a physician by profession, though more generally I am a scientist. Throughout my life I have devoted myself almost exclusively to acquiring knowledge; my profession has granted me access to countless libraries of caliphs…
I see Mariela’s bare back, fair skin dotted with freckles, brown curly hair falling like a waterfall down a mountain. Sitting on the bed, naked and vulnerable, Mariela contemplates the void, absorbed in her silence.
I am going to tell you about the most interesting person I have ever met. At the end of 2004 I rented a small apartment on Avenida Chapultepec, almost level with Sonora; it was a narrow six-story building with two apartments on each floor.
I met Natalia one April night in Parque México in La Condesa. It hurts to remember how in love I was with her; it was love at first sight, she obsessed me. Only a few weeks after we began seeing each other, on a cool dawn on my apartment roof…
I have been planning this post for years. The first time Nydia and I visited Mexico City was in April 2011. It was not really the first time, because we had already visited the city as children, and Reino Aventura had made the greatest impression on both of us…
My name is Bernardo Manzano; I am 37 years old. When I was 20 and studying engineering at university, I took a temporary job. A sheet posted in one of the faculty corridors advertised work conducting surveys in several towns, and it seemed a good way to spend the summer…
A weary cry in the middle of the night, the immediate fear of a piercing sound we have been conditioned to fear since the beginning of time. I imagine prehistoric people huddled in a cave and suddenly waking in the darkness to the same sound…
While on holiday, I was walking through the courtyard of the Instituto de Artes Gráficas de Oaxaca when I ran into maestro Francisco Toledo. I told him, “Maestro, it is an honour to greet you,” and, being himself, he turned around and…
My name is Germán Gutiérrez, and I am fifty-two years old. I am writing this because it has obsessed me for the past few years and I have no one to tell, yet I feel an overwhelming need for someone else to know.