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You appeared one morning,
from the east

on the beaches of Veracruz

By a strange coincidence

you arrived almost 500 years

after conquering the Aztec Empire

with your Captain Hernàn Cortez

You shipped off to Spain

carrying glory and riches

A storm surprised you during the night

Amongst all your friends,
only you survived

A secret miracle
has shipwrecked you in the future

You are a castaway in the future

You retraced your steps

back to the Aztec capital of Tenochtitlan

Perhaps along the road

you hoped to find a way
to return to your own world

How did you feel,
skipping five centuries

in a single night?

What brought you to our time?

I am searching for the answers
inside your words

Flag escort stop!

Now!

In the name of Charles the First,

King of Spain

Holy Roman Emperor

Conqueror of savage peoples

We wish to inform you

that our eternal Lord

created heaven and earth

Therefore

we beg and require you

to understand what we are saying

If you do not submit

I swear that with God's help

we shall make war with you

everywhere and by any means possible

We shall force you to obey

the Church and their Majesties

and we shall take you

and your wives and children

and enslave all of you

and we shall...

God, am I dead?

Am I a ghost wandering
with the shadows of purgatory?

I suddenly lost my voice

I cannot speak to anyone

And yet

I can hear voices calling me

One, two, three...
One, two, three...

Here are the messages and greetings
you have requested

We need street lighting
in the neighborhood of Las Palmas

The road to the power plant
has poor lighting

Most of the lamps
do not work at night

Thank you for writing
and reaching out to us

by email, phone calls
or in-person

We are working on your suggestions

and citizen reports

Greetings to all our listeners

It happened around 7PM

My mother and children were downstairs

The kids were playing with their friend

That's when five Vehicles arrived

with about nine to twelve people

They put my father in a black truck

and they took him away

I arrived before the police

Even though a couple of officers

were two blocks away

and the station is
20 minutes away from here

They did not start a search operation

in that time span of one to two hours

He was found 20 days later

My father's body
was inside plastic bags

cut to pieces

We do not want revenge,
we want justice

They have hurt my family a lot

The Mexican government
has not protected us

and there is nowhere
to ask for help

Newspapers are covered with

kidnappings, murdered journalists
and protesters

But the government
is not touched by this

My father had two serious problems

He was a journalist and also an activist

You get killed for either one
and he did both

He always said.

If we do nothing,

things will continue like this

If we keep silent,
things will always stay the same

Living with fear is not an option

That was how my father
saw things

Cortez would cry with rage

to see the savages
in charge of the Indies again

I soon discovered they were
children of the devil

Entering the jungle,

I came upon two men
engaged in shameless sodomy

I killed them on the spot

with a few cuts from my sword

There was no need to give them a trial

God had already condemned them

I remember this place

Here we met with the emissaries
of Emperor Moctezuma

I looked through their gifts,

lots of feathers
and many worthless things

But in all the rubbish,
I found some pieces of gold

We thanked God almighty

We had finally discovered
the promised land

First we check the area and the soil

the Vegetation growing there or not

We put the spike in the ground

We pull it out

and if it smells of death

it means human remains are here

I feel overwhelmed with anxiety

I want to use my hands

and dig, dig, dig

I'm just looking for a sign

that tells me it's him

My son was 24 years old

He was a local police officer

and a rescuer

I've searched for him
for 5 years and 4 months

I haven't found him

I know who my son was

He liked to help other people

But maybe he started
working at the wrong place

What really tears me up

is to wonder what he was thinking

watching as they killed the others,

and thinking, "It's my turn"

His girlfriend helped me look for him

She was late by three months

We thought it was
because of the stress

She came and told me,
"I'm pregnant"

and we cried together

Who is my princess?

I am

Were you good
at kindergarten today?

I was good

That's great my love

I love you

Me too

Do you love me a lot?

Yes

That's nice my queen

Who is the love of my life?

I am

That's right my dear

I love you

I love you too

Lots and lots and lots?

Yes

That's great

Me too

Does it hurt?

It was very beautiful
when Gaby was born

I felt so much emotion

I would cry every time I saw her

That little girl arrived

to bring light to my darkness

but I want my son back

I am not going to give up

He is my son

I carried him in my womb
for nine months

I am not going to give up

I am not giving him up to God

How could I?

Only someone who was not loved
by their parents

can think that

I cannot just let it go

I need to do something

and God can do his part

He'll do his and I'll do mine

We will work together

Holy Mother

enlighten my understanding

What am I doing here?

Why must I listen to these indians?

Their words do not help me
to return to my own people

I want to ask all of you

Please, for pity's sake,
have mercy

Give us your support!
Help us find them!

I have not heard from my son
in 5 years and 4 months

Nobody has proven to me
that he is a criminal

They tell us parents
to watch over our families

I want to ask society
and the authorities

Who watches over us?
We are also citizens in this society

They have an obligation to protect us

Our country and our flag
are stained with blood

The blood of young people,
of women and children

Children! We have found
mass graves with children

How can we walk the streets

afraid of being disappeared?

Can't our fellow citizens understand?

Please join our cause

Help us find them
I am begging you

We came upon a town

and immediately burned their temples
and broke their idols

The indians cried like little girls,

tearing out handfuls of hair

But they did not dare to go to war with us

Seeking our friendship,
their chief accepted baptism

He gave us some handsome maidens

and we shared them with
the ranking officers

These indians were living
under the terror of the Aztecs

They were forced to give up
their women and children as slaves

The hearts of their warriors
were ripped out

upon the sacrificial stone
of Tenochtitlan

I spoke to Cortez
about a special idea

Us Christians numbered just 400 men
with a handful of horses

Here we had thousands of indians
full of resentment

They could become our army
against Emperor Moctezuma

It would cost us nothing
to promise them everything

(Nahuatl language)

My fellow policemen

There is a stranger
in our community

He's on the west hill

I'm on the south side

Send a unit from the north

My fellow policemen

(Nahuatl language)

You cannot come here

We'll smash your head
with these rocks

Look at this great mountain

it's covered in rocks

My land is here,

I just planted my crops

and you are stalking my land

We take care of our community

We are not going to let you go

Why did you come to our town?

You are going to die

You will die here

We will kill you here

You will not return home

You will not return home

(Nahuatl language)

The young man walks
in sad silence

over trails
like the lush hair of water,

under the sun

He wanders hungry and barefoot

on the foothills of Matlakueyotl

He doesn't know how to write
on the pages of his soul

All he knows are coal ovens

and planting blossoms

and harvesting roses

His back carries the scars of life,

a handful of firewood,

a bouquet of flowers

and fruit,

dreams
to sell in the plaza

On his way back

he climbs up
Aukatlajapan mountain

carrying on his back
the ashes of his dead

Uncle, can you give me
the person who came from the city?

Can I be personally
responsible for him?

We have a problem

We arrested him because
he shouldn't be in our town

But if you take responsibility,

you can have him

It won't be my fault anymore

This man is a foreigner

and he has a mission to fulfill

Even if there are
no flowers in the land

Or birds singing
in the green mountains

Even if the ballads are sleeping
in the eyes of our poets

And do not flow over their hands,
like clay water jars

The word will blossom
in the heart of the dead

Today, when rain is falling
inside this cave

graveyard
of my forefathers

It is time for you to stand up
and continue your journey

We climbed the mountains
with our army of indians

One of them told me
this is a land of great witchcraft

Many years ago,
in their capital of Tenochtitlàn,

the Aztecs found an ash-colored bird
with a mirror on its forehead

Lord Moctezuma was scared by
what he saw inside the glass

At the bottom,
he could see men ready for war

They rode beasts like deer,
running with thunder at their feet

The Emperor was right to feel afraid

After a few years, we arrived

to bring an end to his world

Eternal Father,
we pray for each of these migrants

protect their families and bless them

deliver them from evil

and care for their souls

Hail Mary, Mother of God
and of all of us

Pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death

Pray for us Holy Mother of God

May we become worthy

of the divine grace
of our Lord Jesus Christ

They killed my two brothers

for refusing to join the MS-13 gang

They threatened to kill me too
if I did not sell their drugs

They talked to me after
they killed my brothers

asking me if I wanted
the police to do something

about the murders

I said I did not want anything

I just thanked God
and prayed for His forgiveness

May God forgive the people
that did this to my brothers

My mom was sad to see me leave,
she did not know I was threatened

"My dear mom,"

"I feel it in my heart,
I must go to the United States"

"But why my son?
What about your job?"

I was also her caretaker

"Why are you leaving
when you have a good job my son?"

That's when I decided to tell her

that I was being threatened

"If that's the case,
with the Lord's blessing, you can go"

I do not think I can go back

If I don't find refuge
and they lock me up

I would rather stay in prison
because I cannot ever go back

I have documents from
the District Attorney and Forensics

and the police report I made
when they threatened to kill me

I plan to present my case to immigration

They are good people

as long as you always
tell them the truth

I have seen it on the news

other people like me
who were threatened, they get asylum

These miserable men
chasing after the promise of glory

They remind me of us

How many of my comrades
fell by the wayside?

You know what happens
when we get to Mexico?

They rob us, steal our clothes
they frighten us

They screwed me over
at the currency exchange

You pay the traffickers
and they dump you 1 km away

so others can
bleed you for money

You have to gauge the speed
and try to run

Then you jump

but you have to be sure

If you miss,
it will cut you or kill you

It cuts off your legs and hands
or slices you in half

You slip and fall,
and the air sucks you in

Do you lose your foot
or your hand?

You will be torn apart

What will become of these poor devils?

What will become of me?

Am I cursed to listen to these ghosts
for all eternity?

Lady Marina was a Very special girl

As a child,

her people gave her up
as a slave to the Aztecs

She suffered a lot

until one day,
she was gifted to Cortez

We were forbidden to touch her

This young lady
mastered Spanish

and the language of the indians

She helped us to make alliances

and avoid betrayals

Lady Marina taught me the names
of the marvels of this land

Zapote

aguacate

chocolate

ahuehuete

papalote

huitlacoche

chapulin

escuincle

achichincle

coyote

Once in a while,
Marina became sad

and she would say.

"Strengthen your heart"

"No one here will live forever"

"Like a painting,
we will fade away"

"Like a flower,
we will dry out upon the earth"

At 17 I took a test
to join the military college

Out of 500 candidates
I was one of two selected

After that, I specialized in explosives

I was 17, then I turned 18

and became highly operational

I would go on operations and raids

We knew about everything
that was happening

all the big drug busts

By the time I was 19

I already knew
how to torture a person

But it was necessary

A lot of people think torture
is just hitting someone

But hitting someone
is not the only way

There are endless options you can use

Psychological torture
is the most effective

It was just a game

We had all the power

and that gave us impunity

I thought it was easy
to poke the devil

Me and some homies
stole 100 kilos of coke

I tried to sell the drugs

but the buyer was
the one in charge of that load

I fucked up really big

I asked my homies
to return the drugs

"It's impossible"

"Out of one million you picked
the guy in charge?"

They didn't believe me

Only one of them
returned his share

That's when soldiers started
to show up dead,

getting kidnapped
by the cartels

It was the beginning of something

that went nationwide

So I got discharged

I started working as a bodyguard

I didn't give a shit anymore

I did some new jobs

two million, one million,

a robbery, a bank

So and so controls this territory

I did anything for money

When I was a kid
I hung in the ghetto

Even though I came
from a good family

I always liked adrenaline

fighting and weapons, all of it

I struggled with that

To come from a good family

and be doing all this shit

Shootouts with the police
and other motherfuckers

Getting into fistfights

What's the difference?

It's no big deal

But I was never an asshole,
I was never a dick

I did my jobs because
I liked the adrenaline

It was a game

But I never hurt
families or children

You still need to have honor

Even for the dirty stuff
you should be clean

Soldiers have to do certain things

I always wondered

Does my uniform authorize me
to kill somebody?

OK, so...

This one here is a 44 Magnum

It is a revolver

Like the ones used
in the wild west

Very efficient

The first rule is
no fingers on the trigger

Very efficient

Do you want to hold it?

It's not like your sword, is it?

Grab it like this,
watch your fingers

It's similar

It's nice, right?

It's heavy too

And if you don't shoot
you can smack them

This one is more efficient

It's a 357

There's no bullets in it

I don't want you to shoot yourself

This one is used by the gringos

It's nice, right?

But this is my favourite
check it out, man

Give me that,
don't point it at me!

Man, this is my favorite
a Super

Very efficient

Take a look

Check out how nice it is

It's a 38 Super,
Very reliable

They don't misfire,

they are good for shootouts

Do you like it?

Which one do you think
is the most badass?

You like that one best?

It matches your style

Very nice, right?

You are learning quickly

I have finally arrived
to the Great Tenochtitlan

I am sure this is the place

but I cannot recognize it

What happened to the lake?

Its waters were a marvel

Atop the island at the center

we found the most beautiful
city in the universe

I had Visited Rome,

and I swear this city was larger,
cleaner and better made

It was like the miracle of paradise

We prepared our siege
with warships and cannons,

and thousands of our indian braves

I was in charge
of cutting off their water

We conquered the city,
fighting one street at a time

Our indians took revenge for
their years of servitude to the Aztecs

They spread the Apocalypse everywhere

until the waters turned red with blood

Those not killed by stones or arrows

died of hunger
or in the agony of the plague

We took the city on August 13

We broke the Aztec pride,
they begged Cortez for mercy

He gave them three days
to abandon our city

My heart ached to see them

The survivors were like ghosts,

broken from so much fighting
and crying for their dead

She was 12 years and 8 months

It was her first year in junior high

She was a hardworking student

She was in honor roll,

in charge of the library and events

My daughter was a perfect girl

That day Fàtima asked me,

"who is taking me to the bus stop?"

My daughter didn't like
being late to school

Fàtima was angry,

She just yelled
"I'm leaving mom!"

My husband said
"Hey it's already 2.15pm"

"Start making lunch
because Fàtima will arrive hungry"

I started making a soup

It normally takes me 10 minutes

I had a foreboding feeling

and I asked my husband,
what time is it?

He said, "3.40pm"

Fàtima should be here by 3PM!

We ran outside

We live at the top of a hill

The last house at the bottom
belonged to these people

Anyone coming up
to where we live

has to pass by their house

Their door was open

and I saw Misael on the couch

I stopped there and asked,
"Misael, have you seen Fàtima?"

His answer was, "no"

That's when the
neighbor's daughter said

"But I know you saw her!"

That's when I thought,
What is going on?

In their backyard
there was water mixed with blood,

a pair of jeans and a t-shirt
covered in blood and mud

I turned around and saw
Fàtima's tennis shoe

Right away I knew
it was not just her shoe

there was part of her sock,
a piece of her skin,

and a piece of her pants,
that was all I could see from there

In my mind I understood
they cut off my daughter's foot

And of course, my daughter
was no longer alive

I saw lots and lots of people

It was a mob of people,
patrol cars, and everything

I saw they had them all together

They had doused them with gasoline
and were ready to burn them

The police asked me,
"Please help us!"

"Help us!
Give them to us alive"

"So they can pay for
what they did to Fàtima"

The people yelled at me,
"Don't do it Lorena!"

"You will regret it!"

"You will not get justice Lorena!"

"Let us kill them!"

I said no

And they handed them over to me

They called the forensic pathologist
to testify at a preliminary hearing

He begins to narrate

the most significant injuries
on Fàtimas body

The pathologist starts

with a 4 inch cut to her face

Another 4 inch cut to her throat

The loss of an eyeball

The loss of her teeth

because none of her teeth
were in their place

inside Fàti's mouth

He spoke of a 12 inch cut

to her thorax,

3 inch wounds inside her legs,

broken wrists,

a dislocated clavicle,

fractured ankles,

He continued
describing the injuries

and

I counted 5, 10, 15, 20

and the list kept going

The pathologist said that none

of these injuries took Fàtima's life

They were all submission injuries

He got to 44 injuries
on Fàtima's body

the most important ones

And he ended saying that

Fàtima did not die
from all these injuries

They raped her,
Vaginally and anally

They hurt her with

a jagged object

And in the end,
because Fàtima had not died yet,

he said Fàtima was a warrior,
she was a fighter

A girl, just 12 years
and 8 months old,

5 feet, 6 inches tall,

size 6...

She fought them hard

He said Fàtima did not die from
all of these submission injuries

They finally killed her
with a 79 pound rock

that they threw on her head

Together with two more
weighing 70 pounds

He said Fàtima was conscious

because she raised her hands
to cover herself at that moment

when they threw the stones
on her face and head

They fractured all of her fingers

All of the bones
in her hands were broken

Only then did
my husband and I find out

what they really did to my daughter

The corruption began
with the investigation

The police told me,

"We moved some of the evidence"

"it's makes it easier
to hold them on the charges"

"if things are closer
to your daughter's body"

They didn't ask if they could,
they told me after they had done it

They did all this after

I already had given a statement

to the district attorney

declaring that I saw

the clothes inside the house

The result was,
that her killers went free

These animals

murder our daughters

and leave them exposed

There is so much hatred
in these murders

They throw them away
as if they were trash

They have so many ways
of showing us

and making sure
that we understand

just how much they hate us

I have asked myself,
do I regret my decision?

And yes, I do regret it

Because if I had said yes

to that man with the lighter

they would be dead now

And in some way,

they would have paid
for what they did to my daughter

I used fire to brand
my first lot of indians

We used to mark their faces

so they could not hide

A poor monk yelled
at me with great anger

He said these indians
had a noble soul

They were more Christian
than us Spaniards

We were just using God
as an excuse to steal

What right did I have
to enslave my brothers?

At that moment,
I laughed at him

I never doubted God was on my side

Today I wonder

What became of my glory?

What happened to my treasure?

Holy mother

Help me!

Finally, my heart understands

Finally, I understand
why I am here

Holly mother

My dear friend,
stand up,

you still have a long way to go

May God be with you

I have no more signs of you

I think about the people
you met along your journey

Just like them,
I am tired of waiting

It is time
for the time to arrive,

It is time
for the promised time

for that new time,
free of repetitions

Wherever you are,

I hope you don't
forget your journey

I hope that when you remember us

a part of you will miss us

at least a little