Wearing White

(Source: votrebellemaison)

elsalvadorclass:

Day 4: Museo de la Revolución

haikusamimanera:

Soy el demonio de mis demonios

A quien mas temo es quien veo frente al espejo

The reporter was urged to modify his statement. He changed one word. Instead of reporting back that there was no evidence to conclude that a massacre had taken place,there now was no evidence to support that a massacre had taken place. That one word opened the floodgates to U.S. foreign aid and was worth fifty million dollars. The Salvadoran army used the funds to purchase two shiny new Helicopters. The colonel was of course, beside himself.

Source:jharding16:

Such a badass piece of kit. Happy to have these babies covering my ass!

(Source: j-wolf-harding)

Claudia needed more time to pray. Instead of making her husband wait every evening for her to finish, she began to pray throughout the day. Before and after meals, during her showers, in her sleep, she thanked her creator for blessing her to the point of lunacy, for life had never been so perfect. When she felt that she was not asking for too much, she prayed for Raul, for his safety and happiness, especially his happiness.

haleyfood:

El Salvador portrait

(Source: haleyfood)

Alberto was happy with himself. He was happy to have a beautiful young provincial wife. He knew that a country girl was what he needed to get on the inside. He would leave his home and go to her small town once they were married. He would feign poverty to find out about the backlands. He would need her to carry out his plan to discover the leader of the guerrilla movement. Alberto was well educated in torture and destruction, it aroused him.

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There was a knock at the door. She wiped her hands on her apron and went around to the front. “Ya voy, ya voy” she consoled with an irritated air. The breakfast tortillas were not yet ready, and soon her four youngest children would be awake and hungry. She opened the door and then immediately crumpled to the ground, convulsing. She was still there when the children arose, rubbing sleep from their eyes. They had awoken to a nightmare.  Their mother lay before them weeping and wretching in a pool of vomit.  The true horror lay beyond her, past the open door. A stake, six feet high, was topped with the head of their oldest brother. Colocho, he was called since childhood. His curly, namesake hair clung to his face in bloody clumps. The eyes stared out into infinity. 

felkx:

Flower Skull

by Ali Gulec