I had the day off and thought it would be a good idea to go busking before the whole navidad thing started. I went straight to the Velarde area an did a quick set there in stern defiance against the speakers, and then just went to my regular spot. There was a lot of people but everybody was just too busy. A couple of kids did stop and listen to me and then asked “so, whose songs do you know?” I routinely answered them: “Mine.” They weren’t that impressed.
When I finished I took my time walking on Juarez avenue looking for a good exchange rate but ended up in the same currency exchange place. The ladies there are nice and never make faces when I show up with all of those coins. Anyway, before that I stopped to talk for a little while with Don Alacran. I asked him about his business and he said it wasn’t going very well, that usually by this time of the month he had almost none of his figurines left but that this year had been terrible. As we talked about the cold weather he started to tell me about previous Christmas eves he had had. He told me how 5 years ago in a freezing and snowing Christmas eve a couple of nuns came to him and gave him ten dollars so that he could go home. He said he couldn’t even work on his figurines that day because of the cold, so he was just standing there waiting to sell something to bring dinner home. He then told me about last year’s Christmas too. A stranger came to him and told him to come with him. He then took Don Alacran to a supermarket and bought lots of food for him. He remembered how he couldn’t even carry all of that stuff and how the generous gentleman also offered a ride home but he couldn’t accept it because it would be too much. He was deeply moved.
As he was telling me this he was also saying how this Christmas eve he was just waiting long enough to sell something so that he could buy a kilo of tortillas and have some dinner. At this point I felt like asking him about his personal life, whether or not he had a family, but I thought it was too early for me to ask anything like that and instead I just asked where he lived. He told me. After spending something like ten minutes with him I decided to buy a beautiful little turtle from him. The turtles and the alacranes are a dollar, the amazing butterflies are $2.50.
There is at least one other guy that does the same kind of figurines but he seems less approachable even in the aesthetics of his craft. While Don Alacran makes beautiful butterflies this other guy makes menacing cobras and attack positioned dragons. They are also quite amazing and a lot bigger than Don Alacran’s but the colours and the subject matter aren’t as welcoming. Anyway, he was really happy that I bought the turtle from him and he told me that if business was better he would have given it for free, I told him not to worry, that I wouldn’t have accepted it for free, that’s his job and his prices are less than fair. Don Alacran’s name is Amado by the way (Loved in Spanish). I hope he really is.
I then walked further downtown to get a public transportation bus to take me to the east side of town, cross the border back to the United States on that side and go to a family dinner. I kept Don Alacran in mind. Maybe we can do something for him, like sell and ship his figurines with the help of the Internet. Otherwise stop by and say hi to him, buy something from him if you happen to be on Juarez avenue. He’d be the one with the cowboy hat and a dozen or so little wire insects in front of him.
Amount of money made (BC subtracted): $9.58
Time Played: 1h 50min
Little wire turtle: $1
Public transportation: .45c
Actual gain: $8.13
Currency exchange rate: 11.00 pesos/dollar
Knowing that Don Amado was only having tortillas that night: heartbraking, eye opening, priceless.