The Angry Old Woman & the Immigrants

I’m walking my Chihuahua ‘Chia’ and my friend’s Schnauzer ‘Simón’ on a chilly, overcast Monday afternoon in my neighborhood — El Centro Histórico in Mexico City. Simón likes to stop in every public flower bed, the only “green” spaces amidst this otherwise concrete jungle, sniff the plants, and take a tinkle, as if to say — “Simón was here.” On the way back to my house, he’s doing just that when an old lady and her husband approach rapidly .“Saquelo de ahí,” the woman shouts at me. “Get him out of there.” <a href="https://medium.com/the-narrative-arc/the-angry-old-woman-the-immigrants-49660fca4f58">Read More</a>