He climbed a plateau between 3000 and 4000 meters. Can you believe it? As if the world could be turned upside down without falling anything. The train blew smoke and us life. From our window we watched the Andes and rain steppe grasses and leathery people by the cold sun.

I realized this report in February 2018, before voluntarily leaving the correspondent of El Mundo in Mexico last April. The newspaper has not published yet and still receive weekly messages conflict, videos of displaced, statements of more violence and express request of groups of victims to please publish it and so a conflict that there is little information on the ground is known.

Calakmul is south of the rain and wind and north of the wrath of volcanoes. Where the roads meet in a thick jungle where men walk stealthily to stumble over a new life surrounded by cats and military. Not seen, to nobody, because green when it is dense has the virtue of camouflaging mistakes.

It happened suddenly for heat emergencies. He stepped forward this year "part" and there we were trying to understand that birth. Almost as interesting as watching was watching them. The cult that harmony; the delicate movement of thousands of people able to walk looking at the sky without bumping; silence impossible when there are so many, many, wandering around in your environment; the care with which touched the flowers; the hundreds of people who are in various arranged with their traditional dresses cities for your appointment with a tree. So, so simple, a tree.