As soon as I set foot in this village, I felt that I had entered the heart of a Mexican truth: women feed this earth and their life is made of clay. Clay ovens for clay pans and pots, everything is touched and transformed by hands which are also the color of clay. As they told me when I asked whether they owned some land: "The only land we have is the one beneath our fingernails." All their life they are surrounded by clay and earth, as can be seen here in Nicolasa's kitchen.