It was the autumn of 1981, as few times in my hometown, would one of the greatest rock bands of the moment and of all times be presented: Queen. At that time, rock concerts in Mexico were demonized, the national and state governments, were determined to not allow any show of that nature to be presented in national territory. It was pathetic, but it was what lived in that time. It reached the extreme in which only the national rock bands that were to the taste of the son of an ex-president or formed by himself, were the only ones that appeared in very controlled audiences. Therefore, parents were particularly careful and fearful of allowing their teenagers to attend events of this type. I was 15 years old and as you can guess, I was a rock fan like my older brother and when we knew that Queen was going to be in our city, the sweat started to run down our foreheads, it was urgent to be present. He was almost 17 years old; he was in the same age range as me and, consequently, it was going to be really hard to convince our parents that everything was going to be ok, that never anywhere could have a chance like this twice. It was "Queen” or death. Until these days I keep wondering why the decision of the authorities to have allowed the concert, but I still thank – Even more, it would be in a soccer stadium, which implied a huge concentration of people that were difficult to control. The unjust bad reputation that Rock fans had at that time, plus the bad eyes with which the government treated this type of concerts, were the perfect storm but, for some reason and not without some small setbacks, everything was taken out with tranquility and the youth of that time we had the privilege of living up to the great stages of the world; after all, my hometown was one of the two cities where Queen was presented for the only time in Mexico and that had to be appreciated with good behavior, love for music and all the energy. So it was.