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Tony Herrera

Thank you for sharing your experience.

I admire your participation and that of the thousands of Chilangos who joined you that early Sunday morning.

I can't seem to get enough of images and videos that are starting to filter into the web. But the true gems are first person accounts such as yours.

Your line, "Mexico, as is almost always the case, was almost incomparably different.", caused me to breath in deeper and reflect upon my Mexico...., because as a Mexican I can appreciate the profound significance that this event took place at such a historic site like El Zocalo.

It is always a breath of fresh air and a ray of sunshine when I stumble upon Americans, such as yourself who discover the grim reality, but often magical and awe inspring Mexico.


I KNEW IT!!! As soon as I saw that Spencer was in D.F., I immediately assumed that you two would be involved...and for you, again! I am absolutely thrilled to hear that you were part of the muchedumbre desnudo. What an amazing and powerful experience it must have been. And totally different with the added energy of men. I still cannot walk across the atrium at Grand Central without feeling a slight chill up my spine in remembrance of that cold, cold marble... ;)

Working Gringa

I'm so glad someone I knew was there. Now I can look for you in the photo when I see it :-) Thanks for sharing the experience!

Jackie Milad

I'm a huge fan of your blog--mostly because you remind me of the many reasons why I love Mexico so much.

It's really amazing Tunick did this in el Zocalo---and you had a chance to participate!!!

Keep doing what you're doing--you guys are awesome.


That's great! Wow I'm impressed!

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