…I couldn’t stop crying, just thinking about you, la niña, and everyone. But I know that I have to live through this and there’s nothing that can be done.
Tell me, Linda, how you and Papá are doing. Luckily, I’m in good health. I’m tired of living surrounded by these ancient ladies and gents who are always so dolled up and idiotic. But at least Diego is happy here, painting away. And so far, he’s been well. He hasn’t been sick at all.
Time will pass by quickly and we’ll be back in Mexico as soon as we can. As far as making money, though, it’s been a disaster. So far, nobody has bought anything from the exhibition. I hope that there’ll be interest in the frescos later.