At Las Explicaciones, a cheap corner-cafe located in the heart of an industrial neighbourhood northeast of Mexico City, a charismatic auctioneer reveals the essence of his art. ‘What auctioneers auction, in the end, are just names of people, and maybe words,’ the toothless dandy, Gustavo Sánchez Sánchez, explains to his new friend Voragine – a disappointed tour guide who likes to walk in open spaces and shares his name with a 13th-century Italian archbishop. ‘You see,’ the auctioneer continues, ‘I’m like those people who scavenge in your garbage. But with pedigree. I expurgate; I find. I aromatize, clean, and disinfect. I recycle.’

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