“What…
is that?” Asked a foreigner, with morbid curiosity, travelling
through Revolution Street, somewhere in the heart of the city of
Tijuana, who pointed at what looked like a zebra or a donkey painted
with zebra stripes, tied to a cart with some sombreros sitting on top
of it. “Is that a donkey?”
“A
zebra amigo”
Responded a tanned man with his thick Mexican accent and a camera on
his hands. “I can take a picture for money”
“No
thanks, I don’t want a picture, but I do want to know why the
donkey is painted black and white”
“Oh
that… well back then we used black and white cameras and the burro
wouldn’t come in the picture so we ended painting them black and
white, people confused them with zebras you know?”
“But
we don’t use black and white cameras anymore, why would you keep
painting them like that?”
“Tradition,
you want a picture with the burro
or not?”
“Oh
what the hell sure”
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