Boxing day

As a frenzy of shoppers rush to the
Boxing day Sales,
today I read this:

'7
Describe the market place in the little town of
Quetzaltepec (north of Oaxaca in Mexico).
In the morning Indians of the
Mixes tribe come in from the surrounding mountains.
They arrive at the markets carrying their wares on their backs,
in bundles, in baskets. They spread everything out on the
ground in the shade of the acacias planted around the large square.
A kilogram of cron cost 1.25 pesos; beans 1.75
pesos; one hundred oranges two pesos; one hundred
avocados three peseos. It is a silent market; nobody cries out his goods;
transactions take place without words in an
atmosphere characterized by the complete indifference
of the buyer to seller to the buyer.
Around noon the heat stes in,
the trading slows to a halt, then
dies out and everybody gathers in the dark Indian bars
( puestos de mescal) around the market-place. A litre of
mescal costs four pesos. The business ends in the complete
drunkeness of everybody who took place in the market.
Afterwards the drunks-men, women and children- return to their villages
running into each other, falling down in the sand or on the
stones and picking themselves up, returning home without a
centavo, fuddled and destitite.'

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