Ten thousand feet in the Cuchumantanes mountains we stop at a scenic vista. It marks the spot of another massacre in Guatemala’s decades-long civil war – which they should probably rename the government war against indigenous peoples, considering 80% of all deaths were natives. The place is so desolate it’s as if these people never existed. Except for the wildflowers that mark the spot – blood red kniphofia.
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