Coyoacán

But we just blamed the altitude.

So the morning after we overstuffed our faces, we woke up early and headed to Coyoacan, Frida's neighborhood.

I had to book the tickets a month to a month and a half in advance because they sell out almost every day.

That is the impact this woman had and still has to this day.

With, with his watchtower, his guarded gate, his own alarm system.

This is in, what, Coyoacán, which is a suburb of Mexico City.

It's about 25 miles away?

Yeah, I think it's Coyoacán.

It's, it's very close to Mexico City.

Uh, as you say, yeah, he's in this almost fortified compound.

People call me Mar.

I am from Mexico City, specifically from Coyoacan.

And I've been in the U.S. for, I would say, eight years now.

And I live in Lake Tahoe, California.

Mhm.

Ahí viví en Coyoacán como dos o tres meses, creo, güey.

Está bruto Coyoacán, güey.

Lo que-

Está a tu madre.

Ah, no me acuerdo.

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Coyoacán además sabía.

After years of exile and two decades removed from the events where he had made his name, Trotsky had so recently seemed like a figure from a bygone age.

The once flood of well-wishers, acolytes and enthusiasts who'd made the pilgrimage to Coyoacan or stuffed his mailbox had slowed down to a trickle.

Now he was the centre of attention once again.

Again came the journalists, dignitaries, police officers and romantic enthusiasts looking for a quote, a comment or a moment of prescience delivered from one of history's true great men of action.