P.art.1 Meeting the Woman--The set-up
El Memento #1: Inspired by Cuernavaca, Morelos (Mexico)
It was a hot afternoon; Jackson
Vasquez Zapata walked to the café New Amsterdam Coffee Haus, in "Sunny South" Dallas, Texas.
It had no air, but fresh and cold
lattes on the house, since the air-conditioner blew out earlier
in the day.
Having the table by the front door
was very important/it allowed one to see two sides of the world:
coming in/going out.
Jackson's routine: get a coffee,
secure the table by the front door, and view walking
He had never seen her before. He
noticed she was reading Manhattan Transfer by John Dos
"Hola Senorita," Jackson says to
Charlie in passing. She looks up for a moment and smiles.
He continued to walk, turns around,
looks at the back of her shirt, and chuckles at the imprint
painted 100% CHINGON.
Jackson decides to walk back and
conversate with the seasoned Black beauty....
"De Donde Eres," he says, hoping
Charlie would respond.
Charlie looks up from reading her
book, surprised by the good-looking Afro-Mexican, not admitting
to herself that he was her muse.
She replies, "Soy de Dallas, Texas.
Would you like to take a seat?"
"I would love to sit and chat about your travels to Mexico, or did you just buy that shirt from a street vendor in Texas," he asked, while pulling a chair from the table.
Jodeci, and there #1 hit, Come and
Talk to Me plays lightly in the background of the small café.
Pictures of Miles Davis, Ernest Hemingway, and famous Amsterdam
Coffee brands adorned the walls.
The young writer looks attentively
in her eyes and listens while she talked.
"Actually, I got this shirt from
the dance company that I perform with here in Dallas. They paid
me to do research two months ago about Afro-Mexican dance in the
Yucatán. I was required to learn the language before traveling. I
enrolled in Vida Study Abroad School in Cuernavaca, Morelos,"
"That is quite interesting because
I am from Cuernavaca. I wrote for many newspapers all over Mexico
City. How long have you been coming to New Amsterdam," Jackson
asks while sipping a latté.
"Oh! I have been coming here three
years now. Every since I saw the sign I knew this was the place
for me. The atmosphere is great; I usually get to sit out side on
the porch they built. I'm able to think a lot about life and my
work," Charlie utters quickly.
Jackson eased back in his seat,
feeling relaxed, he wanted to know more about this interesting
specimen before his eyes.
"So tell me more about you're
dancing." He asked earnestly.
Charlie was not about to reveal her
life story in one day. The subject got her in trouble more than
once in her past. She had come too far to let someone in/like
"Right now, I just want some light
topics to deal with if this conversation continues," Charlie says
while trying to keep her composure about the
Jackson steadily looked into her
eyes and decided to respect her wishes.
A few months
Jackson was sitting in Amsterdam
Coffee, he ordered a drink, and began thinking again about the
image he would help her paint of what he thought she might
say-this would make the nationals.
She would probably be late Jackson
thought to himself while reading over the mounting notes taken in
Charlie.Browne always had something
to say, it came out in dance, never in words... but dance. The
story would resurface through a dream, written on paper, about a
family with lies/secrets.
The woman walked through the door,
up to the bar, and said she was ready to talk about the life she
The night before, it happened, the dance.
He was ready, given the green light to tell-
the story, by her.him
There was one condition:
- Charlie had difficulty calling her story; the approach had to be disjointed and nonchronological.
Anonymous, September 7, 1997
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