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On the beach – Alfredo Zalce Torres


This painting at first sight makes you believe that there’s only a group of people playing voleyball. But when you take a second glance
you can notice that they’re not only playing a game, they’re gambling and they are very close from each other. I think the author
wanted to express the diversity of the humanity and the equality of conditions between different races. In the distinct colors of their uniforms
Zalce expresses the identity and the individual people who can work in team. However, all of them are working for reach the same objective in life and that is the happiness.


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  • 2 years of experience in the process of production, distribution and marketing of a commercial brand of jelly.
  • Brand positioning of UNID on social networks web pages.
  • Strong interpersonal and organizational skills.
  • Leadership skills; good at motivating others and building team spirit.
  • Proficient in MS Office, Adobe Photoshop, Corel Draw and SPSS.
  • Multilingual: Fluent in English, basic French and Spanish as mother tongue.



  • Managed and taught English to two groups of 21 children.
  • Responsible for taking decisions.
  • Identified, modified and developed actions on social networks web pages.
  • Applied strategies to social networks web pages.


  • Harvard ManageMentor                                                                                                    2012
    Harvard Business Publishing
  • Major in Marketing                                                                                                               2011
    Universidad Interamericana para el Desarrollo UNID, Mexico.
  • Advanced English                                                                                                      2010-2012
    Universidad Michoacana de San Nicolás de Hidalgo U.M.S.N.H.


  • Chinese 1° Semester                                                                                                             2012
    Universidad Michoacana de San Nicolás de Hidalgo U.M.S.N.H.


  • Elementary English Teacher                                                       February-Abril 2012
    Conservatorio de las Rosas, Morelia, México.
  • Professional Pry,ryactices                                                                                    2010-2012
    Secretary of Tourism for the State of Michoacán, Morelia, Mexico.
  • Social Networking Internship                                                                                        2010
    Universidad Interamericana para el Desarrollo UNID Rectory, Monterrey, Mexico.
  • Entrepreneur                                                                                                            2005-2007
    Morelia, Michoacan, Mexico.

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It turned around, looked at me and seemed to be extremely
surprised that somebody had talked to it. I kept walking. A few steps
after, I noticed the way it had been looking at me, so I looked back and
felt something deep tug in my heart.

It was just like any other day, me walking in a big hurry to take the bus.
In the distance, a big dog showed up. It was coming straight at me,
shuffling its paws and with its head and tail down. It looked blue. I felt
sorry for it so I told it “hello!”.

“Of course it’s not going to answer. I wish he could speak and tell me
what he is going through”, I  thought to myself.  “I couldn’t imagine
what it feels like to be a street dog”.

Something was breaking inside of me. I realized that nobody
had spoken politely to it in a very long time. Since that day I try to say
hello to every homeless dog I find on streets.

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Practicing a martial art transforms me in a different person just in the blink of an eye.

The wide windows surround the top half of the walls, letting in a light
that makes me shine like a dragonfly full of energy. It’s time to practice.
Stepping on the wooden floor with my bare feet releases me
from every pressure. Immediatly my body lightens and refreshes.
Hearing the sound of my feet hitting the dommo and shouting out loud
increases my feeling of power. The training ends and I obey my thirst,
taking a sip of fresh water on my dry lips that tastes like glory, almost like
drinking water on an Oasis in the middle of an immense dessert.