Three fights, two runs of war and a cognac of 10,000 pesos in Texcoco's palenque

Stench to alcohol and cigar, blood watered by the ground, dead cocks, boneless, hung from a doodle... Elements of the mystic of the palenque, according to Juan Rulfo, permeating modernity, seventy years later. There were no roosters last Thursday in Texcoco's palenque, but, otherwise, the atmosphere was quite similar. The heat, suffocating, despite the rain that had fallen at sunset; the waiters, jugglers of the ethyl sandbox, did what they coul…