(first lines) Catalina Guzman: (narrating) Many things happened in the country that year. Among other things, I met Andres at a cafe under the arches. Where else could it be? Everything happens in Puebla. From courtships to murders. As if no other place existed. Andres Ascencio: They're a bunch of pricks. Catalina Guzman: Who is? Andres Ascencio: Just say yes. I can see in your eyes that you agree. Catalina Guzman: Okay, but who are you talking about? Andres Ascencio: All of them. Who else? Catalina Guzman: (narrating again) Of course I agree. To me, "all of them" were the people from Puebla who acted as if they owned the city. Not us, children of a farmer who stopped milking cows because he'd learned to make cheese. Not him, Andres Ascencio, who became a general out of luck and every trick other than having been born in a military family.