Prologue: An Unlikely Stage
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The date was May 4, 1990. By mid-afternoon, Avenida Juárez was no longer a thoroughfare; it was a river of humanity. Families from Tepito, lovers from Ecatepec, grandmothers from Coyoacán—they came wearing their Sunday best, clutching tickets that had sold out in hours. Many had sold their refrigerators, their sewing machines, or their children’s toys to afford the scalped prices. This was not a concert; it was a pilgrimage. Prologue: An Unlikely Stage He walked to the