Mabel Alejandra Andalón López
Mabel was born in Oaxaca on September 29th 1978... or maybe it was the 27th… I think. Well, let’s just say sometime in the neighborhood of the 28th so everybody is happy.
A cute roundish little person destined to bother the brother and the poor sister, a tragedy destined to exhaust her parents’ energy and patience.
Unofficial reports state that the city of Oaxaca rose against this nature curse, and in spite of a vain resistance, after a communist rebellion, the whole family was forced to move toward Puebla, where Mabel lived undercover for some time. Those events were responsible for her fascist political belief that I’m desperately trying to eradicate (I have to say with some success).
Luckily in Puebla lived a group of Saints (or masochists if you wish) who took the burden of maintaining relations with the young Mabel. Thanks to this handful of heroes of friends and family and frequent long session of therapy at her aunt and uncle house in Guadalajara, in time Mabel succeeds to become an active member of society and even to become an accomplished economists (that, as a profession, is the obvious and natural evolution of a natural disaster). But the story goes on, even after many unnecessary obstacles that life put on the road, when Mabel and her sister moved again to end up in Mexico City.
From this point on the story has many obscure points, we only know that she ended up working in the Presidency of the Mexican Republic, too close to the president himself; how did she managed to infiltrate such a position and how she managed to avoid being discovered is still a mystery.
At the moment Mabel is not in Mexico anymore, she moved again toward the United States, rumor has it to complete her studies.
More reliable sources report that was the sister who finally convinced her to move in order to enjoy a bit of peace after years of pestering presence. But truth is that the “not so young anymore” Mabel ended up in Ithaca NY, somewhat the East version of the middle of nowhere.
It is believed that here Mabel with a group made of a considerable number of Latin-Americans, a few Europeans and some dissident North-Americans (better known as Gringos), started an underground anti-imperialist resistance to the sound of salsa, meringue, etc. (somebody says also tango, but I strongly disagree).
Today Mabel is a woman (almost), beautiful resembling an 8 shape, tall as a bottle of tequila Herradura Seleccion Suprema with a mozzarella on top, that never stops laughing. Now by merit or the cruel intervention of an higher paranormal will, Mabel finds herself getting merried with me: left wing oriented hardcore ahetist that calls her “Mimo”. I have to admit, she could’t have worst punishment for her deeds. In the end she’s right: there must be a divine justice!
By Giuseppe
