There were two huge Mexican flags. One hung from a mountain, top, shaken by the air that goes down from the sky; The other was in the center of the town, On a rigid and high mast, From which the dry land of the surrounding hills could be contemplated in these rainfall times. The entire valley looked like a malnourished dirt this season. Here the first independence plan of Spain was developed and current flag of Mexico was created by Agustín de Iturbe in 1821.
After a long avenue you get to a toll. The day is clean and some people are seen to work in an arid near field and to sellers wait with an arunt what something happens. I don't know what, Because that resurrection Sunday seems that any craving was in retreat.
Then there was another great avenue that we took on the right, After a gas station, and we pass under the great flag of the mast and not much further, Like three braking, We saw two soccer fields in which two games were played: In the first the ball was bigger than the legs of some of the players and in the second they threw a foul. There was a public looking and a girl, near a post, I took ice cream calmly.
He used a microphone the promises maker and listened to his victims standing
When passing an arc that welcomed the town, left, A political group that did not know celebrated an electoral rally. There would be about fifty people under a discreet tent. He used a microphone the promises maker and listened to his victims standing. We saw some posters, old and spent, that hung from some street lamps, in which a reward of a million pesos was offered for which they gave some clue to finding 43 People. There were one by one the photos of the 43 missing, Although time had deteriorated and they didn't look good.
Then we passed through the town hall door and we could not prevent something from moving inside. It was a mixture between disgusting and surprise that he was still standing. In that area there was more trade. The stores, Like everything in that cursed place, They had a strong structure. It was not that town a site that seemed poor, Although we may, After so much time and trips through the African countries we have relativized that term a lot.
In the square we parked next to a market that seemed improvised for the holidays. There were some booths, We bought a strawberry scraping and negotiated if we bought some sunglasses that said they were true. There were some children playing in the center, Elders sitting on the surrounding banks and people walking and talking about their routines. Nothing was strange.
Many sellers have collected this morning and they have gone
Then we went to church and found dozens of people who prepared to listen to Mass. They spoke calmly and dressed in decorum. It was a group of young Christians gave their hands in chorus while doing certain prayers. There were more holidays there, although they told us less than other years. “Many sellers have collected this morning and they have gone, Without waiting for I finished Holy Week, Before lack of business ".
It was just behind the temple where we found references from the massacre. We saw some protest banners and interviewed some men that under a tent they told me about that disgusting misery that will carry this place forever. The "Czech Professor", that so they call, a sixties of tender smile, carries from the 7 October planted asking for justice. It has not moved, He goes every morning to his stall and with a past naturalness begins to hang his hundreds of posters in which everything is denounced for all so that no one forgets. Then, When I ask him when he will abandon and return to his previous life, It tells me as if time were relative to the facts that "when the kids appear", without it seems that it houses a doubt that that was not going to happen.
After listening and writing down their stories and complaints we return to the car. Before we stop in a parking lot that allows you to use its bathrooms for four pesos. The lady who takes them tells us that she has just opened but will have change because she is a foresee and always brings some house pesos for these vicissitudes. There is a total and normal calm.
The trail of some bullets lost on the facade that have been pointed out with red circles
The last thing we do is take a long street in which they have indicated that in the corner we will find some flowers and two crosses that recently placed. "There they killed two of the boys", They indicate us. While we are advancing, it is hard to believe that in that way something that is not the shock created for putting the wheel in one of its potholes could happen. We arrive at the corner. There are some flowers that begin to dry, two crosses and the trail of some bullets lost on the facade that have been pointed out with red circles. Now the feeling that something is stirred in your chest is a bit stronger. The symbolism there is really violent. It is a big avenue, Some cars pass and a man, about ten meters, is sitting on the ground, Under a shadow, Together some fruits that sells.
We take the road to Taxco again. Just out there is military control. Strongly armed soldiers have created a kind of trench with stones. Behind there is a man with a machine gun. We pass slowly without being stopped. It looks like a war scenario, The first that really indicates that something is anomalous there.
We go out of equal independence, the cursed people in which last night of the 26 September began hunting in which they died apparently 46 students. The previous mayor and his wife are involved in La Matanza, Local drug traffickers and the Municipal Police. Family members, that deny the official version of the Prosecutor's Office, They also involve the army.
Iguala is in the state of Guerrero, One of the most miserable in the country, with historical and high rates of poverty and illiteracy, where the 50% From the heroin of Mexico, Second country after Afghanistan in poppy plantation. After those attacks, calm returned but in recent weeks the drug groups have regained their activity to control the important enclave and in March there have been 19 victims.
They told us that it was forbidden to go there on our own
Some told us that it was forbidden to go there on our own, that was very dangerous, that it was an area that we should avoid or walk very carefully. Nothing apparently dangerous happened, We do not observe any special anomaly and we never feel in danger. Death is bastard and hard, but the reality is that life is much more powerful and always wins. Although they are missing 43, even though thousands are missing, always compose and win.
