I broke into a house in Coyoacán to steal, but found a blind girl tied to a chair. She whispered, “Did my mom come back to sell me again?” I decided to steal her back instead. As we reached the front door, heavy footsteps echoed from the dark hallway, and a voice growled, “Who is in there?”…

in Coyoacán.

I hadn’t simply burglarized a residence. I had inadvertently shattered a meticulously constructed cage.

Later that morning, a grizzled, senior detective approached me, a steaming cup of terrible coffee in his hand. He reviewed my file, then looked at me.

“Care to explain, for the official record, what exactly motivated you to trespass on continue reading …