Words of disappointment, love, secrets and promises. Letters to relatives or correspondence to government departments. The street public clerk is a job on the verge of extinction. Don Luis, from a small town in Jalisco, is the last of the species in many parts of Mexico. Every day he walks with his donkey, crossing the town, carrying his Streamliner typewriter, a wooden table and a machete to the main square where he installs his business office.
After reading García Márquez’s book “Cartas del Bosque”, about a street public clerk, I found out that in the north of the State of Jalisco there was still one functioning. I traveled there, found and followed him on his way, while, with his hat on his head and his working and protection tools, he walks the streets of the town.
Go for a walk in the streets without a script. Rewrite a monograph of the place with my steps, periods and comas. Catch lights and shadows of the twilight that escapes little by little through the camera.
OTRAS HISTORIAS
Eduardo Moreno 