Rafa's living room was always a refuge. His entire house was our refuge in those first days when Michoac "Michoac" was a powder keg. Unstable. Sacred. Unexpected. A permanent barricade. Sheltered by Alma's eternal coffee and Hern's patience, that house allowed the construction of many versions of the events in which the self-defense forces always ended up being the protagonists.
In some moments of rest or tense calm we sat next to Rafa and listened to the stories of the struggle and the organization in Tierra Caliente and the southern sierra while the family photos and the television watched us intrigued,