Judging by the number of Spanish-language Facebook pages and discussion groups focusing on the Zocalo Square installation, it is qute evident that many Spanish-speaking Tunick fan communities grew out of this collosal installation, however, despite such a huge number of participants, it was difficult to find people to write a few paragraphs for us, probably due to the language barrier. Three people came forward, two of whom have their impressions here. The third participant made a gallant attempt to translate her impression into English, but the result was so difficult to work with, that I had to give up after almost rewriting three paragraphs (around 8% into the document).

I was also approached by a very generous photographer, Cesar Fandiño, who was among the press photographers on that memorable morning, and he has given us permission to use a few of his photographs, and for that I am very grateful.

We were chatting with one of the staff and he told us that about 16,500 people got in the installation, and they even had to turn people down because it was getting late...how do you like that Barcelona?

This will be so unforgettable to me...the anxiety of waiting for the rest of the people to get in, the euphoria of the people when they're told to undress, the excitement of running on the country's main square in the nude, everyone being in a jolly and playful mood, the realization that every body has imperfections and that's what makes them beautiful, I think it'll take several days for this feeling to wear off.

It was warm outside considering it was only 3:45AM. The line then started to move around 4am and then we later found out, was being reorganized. Well this didn't work out too well and all the lines started merging from two well-formed lines into a big crowd of people trying to get into a tiny entrance. 

A few minutes later told to stand up and get closer together. This happened at least 4 more times as more and more people were coming in and there was not enough room. I then settled at a spot near the left side. I sat there and was thinking.... “What am I doing here?” I am thousands of miles away from home and nobody knows that I am here. But then I just thought to myself: “This is a once in a lifetime experience that I may never be able to do again.”

I then started seeing a lot of people with plastic bags to put their clothing in. I hadn't brought anything so I figured that they were being handed out and I just had missed them. I asked a girl next to me where she had gotten her bag at. She replied by saying that they brought them from home and that it said it on the instructions. I had translated the instructions but it came out as: “Bring a STOCK MARKET.” The girl told me that it clearly stated in the instructions to bring a bag and showed me in spanish but my spanish is not good. So then she said that we could share a bag to put our clothes in when we took them off. I was so relieved at this point and no longer was worried. 

I then started talking to her and found out that her name was Diana and her friend was named Nubia. They both spoke really good english and were there by themselves. Diana's father was opposed to her coming but her mother was not, Nubia's parents didn't even know she was there. They were college graduates and ages 24 and 25 but they looked a lot younger like 19/20. Both very sweet and beautiful girls. Diana and I started talking about different things like how it was surprising for so many people to show up despite the strong Catholic faith in Mexico and of how the people had reacted earlier.

Spencer then got on the microphone and explained a lot of procedures and the fact that we had to hurry and not waste anytime because he was in a “race against the sun.” I honestly don't remember too much that was being said because I was so nervous. There was a translator and they would take turns speaking.