Main Dishes

Street bullies started mocking a homeless disabled man and tried to take away his last bit of money, without even imagining how this cruel act would turn out for them…  Every morning, an elderly man named Viktor would arrive in his old wheelchair at a busy intersection in the city center. In front of him…

During the funeral of an old hunter, his loyal retriever refused to eat or drink for three days, and then suddenly began barking furiously at the priest beside the open coffin: just a few minutes later, the family realized the dog was trying to stop the ceremony for a reason far more terrifying than grief  …

PART 1 The sun beat down like a punishment on the old highway that crosses towards the outskirts of Sonora. Doña Beatriz Morales, 78 years old, was tied to a rusty post, her wrists marked by the rope and her blue dress covered in dust. In the distance, the black car of his two children…

PART 1 When Valeria Mendoza returned to the Parras Valley in Coahuila, her brothers greeted her with a smile that tasted like mockery. In front of the notary, Gabriel and Óscar signed the papers without hesitation. They were selling the old family vineyard for a ridiculously low price, almost like getting rid of a sick…

PART 1 The afternoon Mariana arrived at the “Los Mezquites” ranch, Tomás Valdez almost closed the gate in her face. Not out of cruelty. But it was because he hadn’t let anyone in for years. The ranch was on the outskirts of Durango, where the dust stuck to your skin and the wind seemed to…

PART 1 —Another tortilla, Doña Elvira? No, well, no wonder the groceries don’t last 3 days in this house. Ramiro’s laughter echoed around the dining room like a slap. Elvira Montes, 72, stood with her hand hovering over the tortilla warmer. She just wanted to have some nopales with her plate of beans. Nothing more….

PART 1 In San Miguel el Alto, Jalisco, everyone knew Diego Arriaga, but no one wanted to face his misfortune. At 39, the man who once rode a horse with a straight back and a booming laugh now walked as if he were carrying stones on his chest. His wife, Lucía, had died three years…

PART 1 Doña Remedios lived at the end of a dirt road in San Jacinto del Mezquite, a small town in Jalisco where everyone knew who owed money, who drank too much, and who pretended not to see. Her house was humble, painted faded blue, with pots of basil at the entrance and an altar…

PART 1 In San Miguel del Monte, a town lost among the hills of Puebla, everyone knew Don Eusebio Hernández. Not because he was rich. Not because he owned large lands. They knew him because for 10 years he climbed the same hill carrying his son Mateo on his back to take him to school….

PART 1 Doña Refugio Salas had her first wall thrown down at 7 in the morning, when she still had the coffee boiling on the stove and her shawl over her shoulders. He lived in San Pedro del Tule, a dry town in Jalisco where everyone knew each other, everyone greeted each other, and everyone…