A character is a gift. Nona Appleby (moles worth, single) came to me after working on the weekends for three and a half years at Mosman Nursing Home, a nursing home in Sydney, Australia. This is how I costed my studies at the National Art School. Nona appeared nude, in pink ballet flats and was able to fly. She was eighty-six years old and her Australian accent is that of Australians who went through the Great Depression. He speaks the language of the country in which he appears fluently, with a strong Australian accent. I drew Nona exclusively until my thirties. It was difficult to put her in a cartoon, because she had so much to say that there was too much dialogue. It was then that I commented to appear on stage as Nona. Nona visits the first half of my life, a childhood in Mexico City. We left Mexico in 1970 and although Australia greeted us enthusiastically as immigrants – with free secondary and tertiary education, free medical care, beaches everywhere and the edge of British humor with the radio Goons – nostalgic bilge. When I got into the ocean, looking east from. Balmoral Beach, I wanted to swim home, or jump into a stowaway on a plane. I imagined that someday there would be a bridge from Sidney to Acapulco, where I would take a bus home in Mexico City. After Australia, I spent thirty years in New York City before arriving in Mexico. The references in these pieces may have more to do with a series of sepia-illustrated novels “laughter tears.” Mauricio Garces, Olga Breeskin and other aspects of the popular culture of the sixties than anything else. It’s my childhood in Mexico of chamoys and tamarind pulps, radio commercials for “Lovable” underwear (which I pronounced phonetically in Spanish without realizing it was a word in English) and Cris Cris that have shaped my best memories I am happy to be home. Just as Nona is