Crime Scene at the Museum of the Revolution, Mexico City. November 2018.
I packed some cheese (“salado” - salty) and an apple into my backpack, then stopped at the tortilleria and bought three warm tortillas. I walked to Plaza Revolucion for a picnic lunch.
I ate by the spray park, perched atop a charcoal-black wall, watching a big, well-nurtured German shepherd try to negotiate the spray cycles to get a drink of water.
Teens danced through the spray.
After finishing my lunch, I moseyed around to the monument´s entrance, where I witnessed several people donning white, full-body hazmat-type garments.
Crime Scene at the Museum of the Revolution, Mexico City. November 2018.
Two women, dressed in severe, black pant suits, manipulated a mannequin woman into various positions under a tree.
Crime Scene at the Museum of the Revolution, Mexico City. November 2018.
Ahhh. Students of crime scene investigators at work.
Crime Scene at the Museum of the Revolution, Mexico City. November 2018.
The women in black laid a handwritten note on the pavement next to the tree well. They handed it to me to read, if I liked. I did. It was a suicide note. ……. Or was it?
Crime Scene at the Museum of the Revolution, Mexico City. November 2018.
Eventually, the women arranged the deceased against the tree with a noose around her neck. Arrayed in the vicinity were: the “suicide” note, a fresh cigarette, an opened pack of mints, some loose mints from the pack, an empty water bottle, a bit of trash. Even some dog poop, with hovering flies. I did not remember if that was present already or not.
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