Just listen to this heartfelt performance of Mexican songs right outside my window

Just listen to this heartfelt performance of Mexican songs right under my window. I even stepped outside, putting all my business aside, to hear these musicians up close.

On the street near my house, I often see people sleeping right on the pavement. Homeless, must be. During the day they sit by the entrance doors, their belongings piled beside them. And at night they sleep, covered with some kind of tarp, or just lying on the steps, wrapped in whatever warm things they have.

These musicians, I guess, put on these street concerts from time to time to cheer them up. That's my guess—maybe it's not true. I liked how they sang. Similar tunes were played at the ayahuasca ceremony I attended in January.

Just six months ago, I never would've thought I'd end up today in some completely unremarkable, poor Mexican town. Well, here I am. In Coatzacoalcos. The only white man among a red-skinned population of 241,000 people. Everyone keeps turning to stare at me, like I'm a Black man in some remote Siberian village. But no matter, I'm used to it. 🙌🏻

With regards...
Arthur O'Harra 🌏