CDMX, November 5, 2022. It is 8:40 pm.
Except for a few security guards and the merchandising stands along the entrance gates — no customer in sight — , there is not a soul at the Palacio de los Desportes the moment we get out of the cab.
Seen from the outside, I do not really measure the size of the building.
We pass the controls and we are taken to our places in an immense room plunged in the darkness resounding the first notes of the show.
In fact, if the surroundings of the palace were surprisingly deserted, it is simply because everyone was already inside. According to Mrs. Reznyk, we arrived “right on time”, which means very late.