News from the rooster, Shinny told me that the neighbor had to give away the rooster because somebody called the police with a noise complaint. People… I simply don’t get it; the rooster was only doing his job. There are a lot of sexually frustrated people out there (including Lottie).

Friday, I navigated the streets of London as usual; I cannot get enough of the architecture, the noise, and the people. I sat down in front of the National Theatre facing the River, just there doing nothing, beautiful!!!! Am I dreaming?

As everything in this life has a counter part, Saturday I was up to discover a new place, so I took the first bus that I saw. What a freedom!!! just like that... it took me to Woolwich, a huge, I mean a huge street market where you don’t listen English, everybody is either African or Middle Easterner, children running, mothers trying to tame them and men standing and just talking.

I was in the exploring mood so I figured that this little place has a waterfront and must be a way to cross the river to get closer to central London. I knew I was in the South West. I saw a sign saying “river path” and that was exactly what I needed.
I took the elevator to what I suspected was an underwater tunnel leading the other side; before the door closed I read North Side 1 1/4 km. In Mexico City subway we have a 1 km tunnel between stations and I had to walked every single day to my job, I was pretty fit or always late because I could do it in less than 4 m, not bad!!!

I noticed that the occupants of the elevator were all men…5 African American and one I have no idea from where but certainly not white. The elevator operator was reading a book and I could glimpse the title of the chapter: Black Hate, the whole scene was surreal, taking into account that the operator was white.

The door opened just to let me figure my situation, yes it was a tunnel, creepy as hell, dark and humid, I started walking pretending I did know where I was and where I was going, it took me no time to figure that all the people who where in the tunnel were men, I was the only woman, with Capri pants and a cute little hat, I was only missing a sing in my chest: STUPID TOURIST. I started walking as fast as I could in my cute flip flops just to realize that the floor was wet and every other step I slipped. To be honest, as the British would say I was pretty scared thinking million of odd and horrific situations, I thought about taking my cell phone out, but who the hell would received signal in those conditions? Then the 6th guy followed me and asked me for the time. Spanish my salvation I told it in Spanish, he was pretty shocked and I kept “walking-slipering”.

The problem also is I have watched too much cinema and I remembered the movie "Irreversible" please if you have a little of common sense don't watch it. Thanks to that movie I have a phobia of tunnels, please don't watch it, if you have a little of self respect, but I know that some of you will watch it and then I can say: "I told you so, I told you so, i told you told you told you so".

The tunnel was endless if you think about the people coming in the other direction, of course they were all men. I thought what a horrible place to get raped, murdered and then chopped up into pieces. I was pretty angry with myself to let me get into a situation like that, but I was angrier about the fact I am a woman. Yes!!! The men in the tunnel were not scared at all. I was the only one who felt that the end was close.

I thought nobody knows I am here, I am alone, for real I am alone, I am going to die alone and nobody would know what happened to me…

The man kept asking me questions, to which I responded in stupid Spanish and sign language. He was frustrated and I was relief when I saw the end of the tunnel. It was the longest and the slowest time of my life. Take that feminists... celebrate womanhood!!!