holy password, batman

and yes, amigos....
my visit to tia juana was haunted by the ghosts of the lost passwords and all yesterday parties.
my notebook got lost during the no-border encuentro maquila-trip and so, my password disappeared into the oblivion streets of the otay canyon, where another ghost -much scarier- haunts the city's working poor. samsung, panasonic, sony, verbatim, general electric, keeping the steady up-beat to which maquila workers can only try and follow.

and so, i'm back. one piece and a little bit less naive. the world doesn't stand a chance: the aliens of globalization are among us!