You have to be patient in recapituling the surface of a process that lasted ten years or so. But it is difficult not to be attracted immediately by the curiosity that aroused listening to the names of the Cagalera, the Moloteco, the Tonchi, the Baturro, the Quacuaro, the Churrizo, the Turrunero, the Zaid, the Gu?ily, the Chillamil... all these names as specific ingredients of the Chicuarotes; natives of San Gregorio Atlapulco, a place I did not know, because as for every chilango (yes, those of us who live in Mexico City can be tapatíos-chilangos), Mexico City is eternal and inabarcible. I've never heard those nicknames or that way of speaking that seemed to belong somewhere far in time. I fell in love with history the specifics of that amphibious margin that Augusto Mendoza portrayed since his memory. It was a mystery that invited me to find out what was that space that Mexico City had devoured. We have always idealized what the city was before the water was piped, and this was an opportunity to visit a place that kept that secret. There was a lot of desire that sprouted in me to approach the Chicuarotes, wanting to become one of them. So before I put all the momentum on the air, I set out to do what had to be done: finish reading the script and tell Augustus that I would love to direct (discover) this film.

Gael García Bernal