For me personally, markets are the most fascinating thing about Latin America. Narrow corridors, almost pressing heat and everywhere and in every corner the (fresh) true -meat, vegetables, fruits, nuts, flowers- up to the roof. Everywhere screams and an overwhelming rush: here you need to be awake and sharp, otherwise you will lose it. (What exactly? Even that I do not know yet.) Prices are bizarre low; for a kilo of carrots, tomatoes, oranges, potatoes and so on you pay 10 pesos. 42 cents.

As I take in all the impressions, look around amazed and hunted and try to understand a fraction of all movements and energies, Tania does business. That is also very fast: Tania orders, saleswoman fills the bag, Tania keeps an eye on the best getting caught and intervenes where necessary, weighed, the money asked and within half a minute the business is closed. And even then there is room for a charming little chat and a friendly smile, while I dizzy toll on my legs and feeling behind the now.

When the saleswoman then gives me all the vegetables to put in the bags and I react like a hunted sweaty possessed one, her razor-sharp business look suddenly changes. And turns into that of a worried mother. ,, Hello. Is it going?”

Hunted, sweaty and possessed on the Mexican market