Alberto Escorcia, Mexico CityIt's a bright winter day and we're seated at the plastic tables in a coffee shop in downtown Mexico City, Alberto's choice of venue. He hunches over a laptop as he animatedly talks me through a short history of what he calls “techno-censorship” in Mexico. It´s hard to keep up as he shifts rapidly between webpages. Each is indexed clearly in his memory: “you see, I'm quite obsessive Tanya”.
