Feliz: At this point … I’m winding up.
Leslie: You are very strong. I want to write a book, and have your story and your picture. There are many beliefs, creencias, in the village, can you tell me some?
Feliz: I don’t know anymore…
Leslie: Are there many changes taking place in Yelapa?
Feliz: Many. Before it was like a fraternity, now so many people have come. The big river is now like a puddle… when a pig was slaughtered people didn’t sell its meat: “Here’s for you, here’s for you.” It was portioned out among the neighbors, And now it’s sold.
Leslie: How old are you?
Feliz: Eighty-nine…! My brother died at ninety-six… here come the tortillas. (granddaughter enters with tortillas) I’m sweating, am I not?