Here is a short play that I made with six of Fito's acting friends: Diana, Yanko, Andrés, Paty, Bustamante, and Jaime. We presented it for the one month anniversary of his last living day: October 11, 2010.
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Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Recap on Wednesday's Community Meeting
Last night, Max Anderson, city council member for District 3, hosted a community meeting on safety and future plans for the Adeline corridor. The meeting consisted of the mayor of Berkeley, the Chief of Police, and representatives from the Department of Public Works, the Parks Department, Bart Police, and the Department of Economic Development. Most of the speakers described the planned amendments to Adeline, including sidewalk upgrades, new planters, and potentially new lights. The Chief of Police explained some of the bigger departmental shifts that he is directing. He also said that he is hopeful that they will find Fito's murderers. For more information on the meeting, please visit the Berkeleyside Blog
Friday, October 1, 2010
The Viewing, The Funeral.
Fito's viewing was on my birthday. It was a birthday without happiness. It was my first birthday in his presence (we were across the globe for the other two). It was a day that floated by like a passing thought. I saw him, there under the acrylic window, I saw the clothes I dressed him in. I saw the dragon toy, but not his ring, just out of view. I kept him company. I could not move my eyes. And then suddenly I would move my eyes. Was this really happening.
I met many people that day, my birthday. It was too ironic that he died on his birthday and I saw him dead all day on mine. We were a match that met too late and ended too early. We are a love that the Gods fear. There was a celestial war and something went wrong. The man that placed seven bullets fatefully into my love would have been his best friend, had he let him talk...just a word, just talking, no jumping the gun.
The day after was his funeral, 2pm at his high school, middle school, and grammar school: San Ignacio el Bosque (St. Ignacio of the Forest). He was buried in Parque del Recuerdos where his friend Nacho (short for Ignacio) was buried 2 years ago when we were living together at El Grifo. Aligning the earth above him is a ring of Ginkos and liquidambars.
I met many people that day, my birthday. It was too ironic that he died on his birthday and I saw him dead all day on mine. We were a match that met too late and ended too early. We are a love that the Gods fear. There was a celestial war and something went wrong. The man that placed seven bullets fatefully into my love would have been his best friend, had he let him talk...just a word, just talking, no jumping the gun.
The day after was his funeral, 2pm at his high school, middle school, and grammar school: San Ignacio el Bosque (St. Ignacio of the Forest). He was buried in Parque del Recuerdos where his friend Nacho (short for Ignacio) was buried 2 years ago when we were living together at El Grifo. Aligning the earth above him is a ring of Ginkos and liquidambars.
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