So you saw that post showing me and the three other Marcos and were wondering why in the world would they name us all the same.
It’s all due to the ahskenazi tradition in which you are named in honor of a deceased relative, in this case my great grandfather. For unrelated reasons an interesting document turned up recently – a small window into the life of early 20th century immigration to Mexico. Check it out:
Guau, toda una pieza de historia familiar. ¡Y que diferentes eran las visas entonces!.