On the edge of Valle de Chalco stands the vast hulk of the ex-Hacienda of Xico. One building is falling apart, a jagged tear cutting through it like lightning. The building is built up against the side of the Xico… 4. The navel of the moon: Valle de Xico

It was just a nip behind the ankle, a very professional, almost playful bite. And though I constantly encountered street dogs on this walk it was country dog that bit me. Most dogs were in reality guard dogs, a necessity… 3. Dogs: Bitten in the Pasture of the Moon

Wandering along the flat, swampy, edges of Lake Chalco, I saw a teenage girl perched on the wall of her house. She held cables in her hands and was connecting what was called a diablito to the power lines above… 2. Valle de Chalco: Urban Indigenous Migrants

Apparently the world becomes hard to recognize once you are dead. I imagine it to be grey and full of shadows, constantly shifting without order. The people of Milpa Alta use certain methods to facilitate the return of the dead… 1. San Francisco Tecoxpa: Day of the Dead

The idea to do this project started two years before I first set foot from San Francisco Tecozpa in Milpa Alta November 1st 2009. I was 37-years-old. I had just resigned my job as investigative reporter of a Mexican business… Prologue: From the Center Outwards

The world has never known cities as big as the megacities of the 21st century. Big. That is the principle characteristic of Mexico City. So big that it has outgrown its own administrative limits, leaving the city as a whole… Introduction