Chapis, Puma, Totol, Tejon and Adrian from Guerrero.
El Gordo, Abraham and Alfredo from Puebla.
Mario from Toluca, and Albertito from Ecuador.
They find themselves having breakfast, lunch and dinner in this familiar place that once was strange.
Their wooden doors separate joy and comfort from necessities and desires.
This room has turned into a community sharing the same language, artificial heat, the smell of grease and metal in tight corners.
They know each other’s stories and now they become part of a single one.
Twelve hours where every second counts and each looks the same.
At the end of the night, their reward will arrive.
Throwing dirty latex gloves in overflowing trashcans.
Finally blasting the music that takes them to what once was home.