There was this little cat.  I don’t remember even how she got there.  In that time we were suffering a kind of exile as my father had an economic failure and had to sell out our comfortable house.  We came to live in a very tough but beautiful place in the southwest of Mexico City. It was, at that time, a deserted land with sparse cottages built up over lava fields from the Xitle volcano which last eruption dates from 50 years B.C.