The town hall, or Municipio, is somewhat different to the one in Brixton where we registered Daisy. For a start, it has cats, witches and dancing skeletons hanging from the walls (rather ghoulish when people go there to register their deaths), and also they are still using old-fashioned typewriters.
While we wait, we see a wedding party come in to sign their official papers, with the bride in her dress, and we spend a lot of time trying to amuse two-year old Itamar. So as not to make her jealous on Pablo’s big day, we’ve bought her a doll, which she proceeds to undress down to its pantimedias (one of my all-time favourite words) pretty quickly.
After the signing is over (baby Pablo has to put his fingerprints on the paper), we buy food for the children at the children’s project we’re helping out at. They make tortas, which is a kind of sandwich, and discuss the things they would like to do with us in the next two months.
La Chozita is a children’s project designed to take the children who spend their afternoons selling things on the streets and give them somewhere to do their homework as well as hopes and dreams to go to university. The children involved have turned into a confident bunch. The girl I am sitting next to hopes to go to Uni in Mexico City, which is pretty good for a child who was probably destined to a life of selling bracelets and shawls in the streets for a living.
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