One morning when we were leaving a community, we came across - I am very pleased to say - the Gavil.
It is February 2023, we are in the Sierra-Coastal region of Michoacan and our friend is one of the people who were part of the self-defense groups that burst onto the national scene, sometimes from the spotlights that their spokespeople attract and sometimes in the shadows of the roads and gaps in the deep mountains. A day has passed since this uprising.
It was at one of these gaps where I met our friend in 2013: he was carrying a shotgun and some almost empty cartridge belts, an old cap, worn-out boots and a lot of determination in his gaze.