I woke up in my old bedroom, filled with pieces of old times and nostalgia. Books covered with dust, postcards and photographs, hand-made crafts, sea shells, paper lamps, christmas lights, fashion and art magazines, video tapes from my old handycam, boxes with complete slideshows, my red wig, flyers from concerts and film festivals, and everything I collected with the intention of feeling outside Guadalajara, and a little bit closer to the rest of the world where "everything" -in my perception- was happening. My mother prepared breakfast while I played mix tapes from the 80´s and 90´s until they got trapped in the tape recorder.