Yes, perhaps we did contribute some of our toys for the lottery prize, I really do not remember anything about that now. They were a nice family who liv4ed across the street from us, in an old style type of house of which the gate would be closed at night, and inside they live sort of halfway outside, the father having his barbershop chair sitting right over there and the mother a small store and also a "comal" or grinding stone where they would grind the corn into the masa for tortillas, and people would come and buy masa for their tortillas. And when they invited us to have breakfast there, they would serve it with beans and rice same as every other meal, and one day when we were playing over there, they were talking about the upcoming election, and when I asked who they would be voting for, they refused to say, because, as they said, in that country the "voto secreto" is very important. That was a secret. But their political slogan said something about "a cada cual su tortilla y su comal," i.e. to each his tortilla and his comal stone for grinding the corn into tortilla dough.
