Degraded photograph. Shows my ex-partner and me, beaten and covered in dirt and blood; taken minutes after arriving home after being released.
I had faith: history would never reach us.
My partner at the time and I were on the outskirts of Mexico City when a group of armed men approached us. We were kidnapped on 06/04/2020, 18:45, in the Mexico-Cuernavaca freeway.
Tortured and abused, we were freed having seen the grim smile that lies behind the mask of Mexican society.
Political and economical dispossession leaves deep scars in the lands that exist beyond the fragile walls that circundate Mexican cities; those who inhabit those forgotten territories become victims of the winds time blows over them.
The earth speaks: necessity has no law —evil be to they who evil thinks on this.
The fields of Mexico begin.