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When leaving the pint, students discovered tunnels in a building in the historic center, in 1898

When leaving the pint, students discovered tunnels in a building in the historic center, in 1898

When leaving the pint, students discovered tunnels in a building in the historic center, in 1898

In 1921, a former student of the Normal School told in El Universal Ilustrado how he and his friends discovered underground tunnels in the Temple of San Pedro and San Pablo.

The story takes place in 1898, when the students were trying to leave the pint. Their exploration led them to go underground, where by the way there were human bones.

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The Temple of San Pedro and San Pablo is an ancient religious and educational complex, located on San Ildefonso street in the Historic Center of Mexico City. Its construction was carried out between the years 1576-1603.

El Universal newspaper library.

The underground of San Pedro and San Pablo

July 28, 1921

The mystery of the old stones – The eyes of the cat

1.- Courtyard where the investigation began.

Mr. Director of EL UNIVERSAL ILUSTRADO.- Mexico. In days gone by you published a story of Saint Peter and Saint Paul and this caught my attention, to tell you that back in the year 1898, as a student of that School.

With the purpose of escaping, we discovered a large underground, and this goes, as we saw, on one side it seems to pass through the San Ildefonso Normal School and on the other it leads towards Loreto, although the older boys assured that at the Perpetua or to the School of Medicine, the truth is that it would be good for the government if they had just discovered it because it is a great hiding place. It was difficult for us to open that hole, a field trap, because they almost slit our buttocks, which we later went to Hospital Juárez, immediately covering the hole by order of the major. If you believe it is of interest, I will send you to say exactly where we made the hole so that you do the best that suits you.- Your affection. atto. and SS- ME- El Paso, Texas., July, 1921″. (one)

El Universal newspaper library.

El Universal newspaper library.

The Three Arch Dinners

Such is the text of the letter revealing the secret of the underground path opened in past times, to communicate the important buildings that are mentioned in it and how the sincere letter from the ex-asylee of the “Mamelukes” could provide me with the opportunity to take a journey full of sensations. , as important as my visit to the catacombs of the Convento del Carmen in San Ángel, I wrote to him asking for details. Being in possession of them, I invited Casasola (Cadet) to accompany me and we went, he and I and my brave heir to claim the discovery of the mystery of those underground paths.

Our tour was very interesting, full of impressions. We were on the verge of not returning to the surface of the earth, because in the prevailing deep darkness the three hikers were going to fall to the bottom of a deep cistern.

The building is in a state of abandonment (except the part that corresponds to the Church). Once the concierge’s permission was obtained, Casasola, my boy and I began our march towards the mystery, adhering to the information contained in the second letter from M.

An exit seen from within

In the last and wide patio, we look for the traces of a large pond that was there in another time and where there are currently some washing places.

We find ourselves in front of an old archery walled up hard and that due to its orientation faces what is now Cuartel de las Inditas. Up to that point the informant’s data coincided perfectly.

There behind those walls, old and strong, was the beginning of the unknown that we were trying to discover. And before that gloomy place, impregnated with the sadness that old stones inspire, I felt myself falter. There was also a child with us whom we should take care of before anything else.

-Look, turn it around, there is a hole in the wall at the bottom, Casasola told me. We can go in there. and saying and doing. He started his march towards the corner of the patio and I followed him timidly. I feared for my son’s fate. He was making me ridiculously sentimental.

But he gave me a lesson in serenity. He jumped ahead of Casasola and was in front of the hole where our excursion should begin. We throw a stone inside. to calculate, by the sound of the depth it would have. We immediately prepared the electric lamp and I passed through that opening first. The ground level was the same as outside. Once the three of us are inside, we continue our march towards the East, (according to the indications on the letter). We walked through an extensive vaulted gallery, and as we progressed the atmosphere became more foul, until it became almost impossible.

El Universal newspaper library.

El Universal newspaper library.

an unexpected encounter

We finally reached a wall. When applying the light, we find ourselves with a hole of similar dimensions to the one at the entrance. Two feet from him was another wall; but he followed a narrow path to the left.

We recognized the place and my eldest son intrepidly jumped up with a lamp in hand, climbed to the edge of that hole, slipped and fell on his face, turning off the lamp and then we saw two intense red lanterns shine in the background.

-The dead! The dead! Casasola yelled, futilely pretending to get out.

-It’s a cat, answered my boy, still lying down. We lit a match to look for the lamp and we saw an exquisite feline in a sullen and aggressive attitude, towards the bottom. The passage was too narrow to entice the kitten out and we resolved to push him forward, He was a sure guide. We continue, completely disoriented. The cat would run small stretches, stopping and turning to face us.

From time to time we turned off the flashlight to see the bright red of his eyes. In an instant the animal was up on its hindquarters and was upon us, leaping over our heads.

Damn cat! The scare that hit us. Without his bright eyes we had no guide. We walked about ten more meters and instinctively, because Providence saved us, we stopped the march. I pulled my little boy behind me despite his protests and took a few steps. I felt sinking. So I was afraid. I stepped back and searched the ground for a stone.

I picked up a human bone

But when I touched that one, I noticed that it was very wet and instead of a stone I stumbled upon a long and cold thing. I understood that it was a human bone, identifying it by applying the lamp, which was lighting less and less. So we searched in that place, finding many bones everywhere. At last we had a stone, and we threw it forward.

-How the camera shakes, said Casasola. Interesting revelation! He fell into the water with a smacking sound, spraying drops onto his face. We were less than a meter deep.

-Our Father who art in heaven… (Casasola prayed)

another escort

A whistle from outside filled us with astonishment. Who would be the one who bothered us? The three of us huddled against the wall and turned off the lamp to wait. He was the one in charge of those ruins who came looking for us, alarmed by our tardiness. We got together with him and he told us that the underground started at that site, but that it was flooded. It was useless, so move on. We came out covered in dirt, covered by old cobwebs and hearing at every step the noise of rats running scared by our importunate visit.

In other parts of the building

Mr. ME was right. There is an underground today blinded by the flood and if discovered it would perhaps provide very important historical details.

Judging by the direction we are taking, there is no doubt that it will lead to either Santa Catalina or the School of Medicine itself, where the Court of the Holy Office was located in colonial times.

Before going out into the street we toured the immense halls of the Colegio de San Pedro y San Pablo. They are a ruin. Destined the building for a College, an Asylum, or a Prison and Barracks, each time it has undergone modifications, it has been ruthlessly destroyed. Hardly if in one or another place you can contemplate the beauty of an old decoration. The place is sad. You feel very alone when you go through each of the rooms. As you cross the patios, you seem to notice the passage of ghosts-monks, madmen or convicts-of those who have had shelter there at various times. What is most moving is to see the narrow and dark dungeons where who knows how many have received countless tortures yesterday.

Of the old buildings that I have visited, none have made the sad impression on me that I received in the old and dilapidated San Pedro and San Pablo.

Source: Elcomercio

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