Earthquake is not a proper word to describe the feeling one gets when your house starts to crumble down. Earthquake does not represent the anguish of seeing walls and stairs going down. Earthquake is not the same word as terremoto. Terremoto for Mexico City cannot be translated into earthquake. It loses the depth of our fears, it does not represent the constant search for cracks in our buildings. The instant preparation one takes when the ground starts to move. It doesn’t matter where you are, as soon as the ground moves, you are ready for disaster. Shaking cities, cracking sirens, smoke, aftermath of disorders. This is the city on top of a ghost lake. This is the city guarded by two angry volcanoes. Earthquake is fear.
Published by Frida Robles
Frida Robles, born in Mexico City in 1985. She studied in History and Communications (BA) at the Iberoamericana University, and Social Design (MA) at the University of Applied Arts in Vienna. In her working practice as a creative researcher she focuses on the construction of the self; analyzing personal memories and stories. Lately she was part of an artistic urban research projects “Lubunga(mode)” in the Democratic Republic of Congo (Studios Kabako) and “Staging Apam” in Ghana (Haduwa Culture Center). She is currently working as a creative research consultant for Mexico City’s urban lab (Laboratorio para la Ciudad). Her creative essays have been published in various Mexican magazines such as Fractal and Iconica. View all posts by Frida Robles